tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you

beforemath-one

I am so broken
that's my motto

I never knew people cared so much

until, a relative read my poem
she was shocked, indeed, of what she read

you're broken?
she asked

there are so many people that loves you
isn't it enough for you, huh?
she said

love?
I didn't felt it when I was in that breaking point

maybe I didn't really went out saying help me
but could you have at least took a second look at me and think twice?

I guess some people doesn't look
and some people just doesn't feel