A broken person,
Is like a star being torn apart,
The star may be born looking like beautiful art,
That won't stop its shine from turning into something as dull as the depths of an abandoned mine,
But stars go out and fall down all the time,
Turning this twisted disaster into something classified as fine,
Still no Band Aids could fix the tragedy,
Just as nothing can stop a persons frown.
The damage can't be reversed and will always worsen.
Both for the tearing star and broken person.
