Broken.

Broken are the hearts that have loved and received none back. Broken are those whom lack the strength to break the shackles of heartache. Broken are those whom fail to conquer the afterlife of heartbreak. Broken are we whom see nothing radiant in the concept of love, we whom refuse to be anything above happiness for we have become a mess, that seizes to fall into the pits of an endless abyss. This,doesn't mean we choose emotional torture but it does mean we are the scorchers to the flames we set alight unto our souls. We play the roles to a messed up,dying generation filled with broken kids with scars on their wrists, whom insist to exist with twists amidst their reminisced lives. Broken are the people whom devour whatever love is thrown at their feet for they starve for the love they think they deserve. Broken are those whom preserve the ill words of others and use them against themselves to feed their insecurities and impurities. Broken are those that spread the awful about the vulnerable just to make themselves feel whole again. Broken are those whom accept the pain and drench themselves in the rain, just to gain a bit of "being sane". Broken are those whom drench themselves in their music and cut the deepest of scars just so they can be one with the stars. Broken are those whom plot to take upon death which can never lead to another breath, not only to ease the pain, but to have an easier way, which will never lead them to another day. But this has never proved to be the cure for it was never pure. We endure the pain, of the reign of our empty souls, to ensure that we secure our breaths, from any form of deaths for we're broken and we wish to be unbroken.