Shattered

If you had told me two years ago that I would end up homeless and alone at fifteen I would have scoffed and maybe let out a laugh. If you had told me that I would later join the most dangerous gang I would have said thought you were crazy.
But if you had told me that I would end up falling in love on my way to redemption I would have walked away from your bs.
I never thought being broken made you feel this empty, but I was about to find out a lot more than I bargained for. I lost it all and I was trying hard to prove to myself that I was fine when really I so broken.
After all, once there's a crack in the glass, the rest is simply shattered.