How did this happen?
When did it all fall apart?
I had it all
the brains the grades
the friends the loves
had the goals and ambition
was on top of the world
ready for it all
then I stumbled
must of been a little pebble
a twig out of place
it tripped up my step
and dropped me all the way
and now I’m here
broken
broken beyond fixing
broken and too tired to fix
broken and alone
slowly dying
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You are not beyond fixing, and we are all broken, at least a little bit, that’s why we are here on this earth: to heal. We all fall down–me, I lost my only child to suicide this year, and every day it is hard for me to get back up. But I do. For my daughter and for others who still have a chance to live. Learn why you are so hard on yourself. The rough patches of your life are connected to everything that works out well, though maybe you cannot see that now. You are not as alone as you think. You and I don’t know each other, but I want you to live. Not for me, but for you. For your dreams. For the unique contributions to this broken world that only you can make. Stay strong. Hang in there.