They create us into who we are, but they break us like a broken vase. And no matter how they hurt you every time you feel it from the scars that you see and the bruises that are no longer there. You try to piece your self together with tape and glue but it always seems to never hold, and you fall into pieces once again eventually crumbling to the ground, as you have been too broken by the ones who claim to love you, and you can never be loved again.
