Have you ever been broken?
People break. We do hurt. Like a kid learns how to walk, we learn how to live. We got cuts. Scratches. Some hurt so much we can’t bear it. The others, we don’t even know they exist.
The wounds. They heal. Drought as the time passes. Some leave us with a scar. A mark to remind us our fights. Something that tells we are stronger.
The sores we have back then, make us who we are. The hurts we stand now, make our future.
We will always be shattered. We broke. But we are mended.