They are the same, these broken people.
They walk with their heads down, tears leaving tracks on their cheeks. Sometimes their hands are balled into a fist, other times lose at their side. Their eyes are dull and lifeless, not one spark left. They cry a lot, not meaning to. But then people think they have the nerve to walk up to these broken people and tell them that they are weak, worthless, and they should die. All these broken people are trying to do is fix themselves. That's no burden to you. So let them go, walk peacefully down a long sandy beach or sidewalk in a park. Let them be broken people, for they are loved because of who they are.
