What Is Broken Is Broken
I mend a glass that is broken and showed it to everyone and they thought it’s new. But I know it’s broken and no matter how I tried to forget about it I still know that it’s a broken glass. No matter what I do to hide it, I still see the places I’ve mended.
I picked up broken pieces of my heart and put them together and told my self that it is as good as it used to be. But inside I know that I’m lying to my self. What is broken is broken.
If I glue it and somehow put all the pieces together, then there is a possibility of breaking it again. But if I leave it broken as it is, then no one else can break it again ever.
I would rather remember it as it was at its best, than glue it and keep on seeing the broken places for the rest of my life.
WHAT IS BROKEN IS BROKEN – NEVER GLUE IT AND KEEP SEEING BROKEN PIECES - REMEMBER IT, AS IT WAS.
I picked up broken pieces of my heart and put them together and told my self that it is as good as it used to be. But inside I know that I’m lying to my self. What is broken is broken.
If I glue it and somehow put all the pieces together, then there is a possibility of breaking it again. But if I leave it broken as it is, then no one else can break it again ever.
I would rather remember it as it was at its best, than glue it and keep on seeing the broken places for the rest of my life.
WHAT IS BROKEN IS BROKEN – NEVER GLUE IT AND KEEP SEEING BROKEN PIECES - REMEMBER IT, AS IT WAS.
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