We are broken mirrors. No one can see what is really happening because it is a distorted image, the broken shards of ourselves hiding the truth like a mask. The more broken you are, the better you hide, until you break completely.



A poem I saw on @EpicMorninglory 's story Abused. 

She said she was okay.
And you believed her?
Let me tell you whats wrong with her.
She's tired.
That's exactly what she is, tired.
She's tired of being hurt.
She's tired of being let down.
She's tired of the lies.
She's tired of caring too little, and not caring at all.
She's tired of holding it in.
She's tired of feeling broken, damaged, worthless, never good enough, pain.
She'd tired of being judged for everything she does.
She's tired of her flaws and insecurities.
She's tired of trying.
She's tired of getting her hopes up.
She's tired of being treated like crap.
She's tired of being herself.
She's tired, want to know how I know all this?
Because she's me, and I'm really tired.