When we fall over broken fragments
And hope that beneath all this pain
We can find the piece to make us whole,
We realise that it's not easy.
We drown ourselves beneath a need
We choke on an air of validation
We crave to be noticed by them -
A society's ideals on who you are to be.
So you hurt to make yourself whole.
You cradle the body you are
And nurture the ever hungry beast within
Just to sit there and realise
You are not complete.
Its the sway of guilt that comes next,
The riptides of sadness pulling you under
Rocking you to sleep in a crippling embrace
As you strive through every day
With a ghost in your eyes
And a gripping clutch on your still beating heart,
Because those rippling waters
Make perfection out of broken things,
By wearing it down until nothing is left,
But the idea that we are not yet perfect.