I've come to the conclusion that we are all broken in our own way. We're all made of glass but we all have our own breaking point. And despite what others may think, breaking is not just classified to that group of depressed kids, scattered and alone. We walk these halls with our own cliques and individual friends but do we really know the very thing that makes each other break? Do we know each other as a whole? Or perhaps we gave one broken piece to each member of our group and everyone knows us as someone different. No one has the same exact response when asked just who we are. But it comes to this fact, everyone is broken and everyone is breaking. Whether it's physically, mentally, or emotionally. We're all deteriorating into non-existence, into the next life, where we will re-break all over again. Sometimes we enjoy a little rain but can't handle the hail, or vice versa. Even the celebrities with seemingly perfect lives have something inside tearing at them. The homeless man on the street. Your terrible boss at work. And even the bully at school. Each person has something about them that is broken, and that makes them who they are. But being broken does not mean being weak. No, being broken means survival. Because crayons still colors the same color after being broken in half.  

I love you deeper then the oceans depths. I'm scared of loving you with this quantity, because you could be drowning me. Darling, I can't swim. I'm lost. Lost in the color of your perfect orbs. Perhaps I'll be lost forever, for when I fall, I fall hard. But Alice didn't find Wonderland without falling, did she? I'm ready to feel paradise with you, but maybe you are paradise. Are you waiting in Wonderland for me? Or am I diving into an adventure not worth living? Did I breathe in your high with hopeful eyes? Am I too late? Will the Queen accuse me? Or perhaps she should accuse you of thievery. You stole my heart and you took it to Wonderland. But you left me up here with the damage.

I looked at you with a fiery passion of love and you looked at me with sad, cold eyes. Yet you have the kind of eyes that I could drown in. On cold nights I wanted to pull you close for warmth and protection but your heart was colder than any weather I'd been in. I was hungry for your love but you starved me out, even as I desperately tried to feed off any warmth that your soul provided. I ran the race to claim you as my prize, but you never showed up for the award ceremony. I fought to catch your gaze, and when you finally looked at me with love and compassion, it was too late. 'Fore I was on the ground in pain and agony from all the times I took a bullet for you.

I chased  after you as fast as my feet could muster and my heart could contain. And when I fell over every obstacle of perfection that you threw at me with clichéd longing. And when you kept your distance I knew that running was useless but that didn't stop me from sprinting after your heart. And when you turned around to expose whose footsteps lingered you never noticed me staring into your soul with a fiery explosion of love. And when I screamed and professed of my love for you, you turned around and walked the other way. You shoved my love down into the bottom of the sea and I drowned trying to swim back to your heart.

My love for you was like a bullet piercing my heart, spiraling a drug of your beauty inside of me. And no surgery on Earth could remove this bullet of affection that I had for you. You knew that I needed you, and you love it. You loved the attention from me and everyone else, and you abused your power. Power hungry is what you were, but I was only hungry for something you couldn't give me. And on the days I could not feel anything but your burning soul, I knew I couldn't get rid of you. So I carved your name into the bullet before I shot myself, that way everyone knows you are the last thing that went through my head.

<p>You thought I was gone for good

blood dripping from the knife that night.

There's something you'll never understand

I've come back for a fight.

Lay her down on the duvet

you'd never hurt her.

I've risen from the ground

to create a new murder.

Honeymoon happiness

will come to an end.

I had love for you

but she was never a friend.

I appear myself

to the traitor.

You've created the match

so meet your maker.

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