The Broken Ones

I love the broken ones
The ones with shards of darkness
In their souls

I love the broken ones
The ones who are damaged
Shattered into a thousand painful memories

I love the broken ones
Who never quite fit in comfortably
But always hang on the fringes

I love the broken ones
Who force back the tears in the night
And can never quite define themselves

I love the broken ones
Who face themselves day after day
While thinking they aren’t enough
Even when they are

I love the broken ones
Who burn with rage and fear, shame and pride, hate and love
But are called cold by those who don’t understand
What it is to hold yourself together with nothing more
Than your own will pitted against yourself

I love the broken ones
Who don’t apologize for not being whole
And they wear their pieces in ink for all to see

I love the broken ones
Because I am broken

And it isn’t a fixable thing
It’s just something inside of me
Some part of my flesh and blood and bone and soul
That simply won’t stay meshed together

And sometimes I wish I wasn’t broken
That I wasn’t a black stone on a white beach
But I am
I am broken and always will be

And I love the broken ones
Because I’m am broken too

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