

Better be broken than to breakWhy try to be whole? Like walking with broken legs; futile, Torn between those trying to control, with nothing but a shattered smile.Better be broken than to break
See no evil, See no good, Hear nothing but what you should, Spiteful words, hateful glares, puzzling looks, confused stares.
I'm f.i.n.e, it's perfectly alright, No more will to fight. The choice is mine; these broken pieces, forever hidden out of sight.


My faultI'm not one to blame,My fault
For things the past can claim, Feel free to agree, but should you decline, I'll say this; it's not your fault, it's mine.
It's not your fault it's mine, for ever believing this could ever be more, than a one way street, or a hall of mirrors not doors.
It's not your fault it's mine, for ever believing anyone could see, what was happening in front of you, What is happening to me.
It's not your fault it's mine, for ignoring all the signs, for believing that this pain, was not something you sought to attain.  
by `Lilyas
by `Sugargrl14
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"Life is a balance of holding on and letting go."
"Believe in yourself - that's all it takes." - Keith Urban
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