Sometime Around Midnight

Sunday, March 1
And it starts sometime around midnight,
or at least that's when you lose yourself for a minute or two.
Sometime Around Midnight - The Airborne Toxic Event
Broken.

It's a feeling everyone at one point in their lives have felt. It's that dejected emotion you pull out from the pit of your stomach every time you look in the mirror.

There's heart-broken. You feel torn and ripped apart inside, and you hurt and cry and break yourself apart over somebody that doesn't share the same feelings as you.

Then there's spirit-broken. Your life isn't turning out where you want it to, you're full of regret and pain and sorrow for everything that could have been. You've really screwed up somewhere.

Next, there's innocence-broken. You realize just how hurtful this world can really be. Just how dark and evil human nature is. Just how sick and twisted life can be.

After that, there's image-broken. You hate yourself. You hate your figure. Your legs. Your height. Your hair. Your face. You hate yourself so much that you've tried to change yourself. And you realize that you don't know who YOU are anymore.

Last but not least, there's soul-broken. Nothing is right. Everything in the world is out to get you. People, memories, objects, they all bring pain and you don't know why. Every day is a blur. Nothing seems real.

Broken. Eventually, you start to realize just how broken everybody really is. Just how broken this entire WORLD is.

I was sitting in homework lab the other day, watching people finish their work and draw in their notebooks. I was feeling sorry for myself and my miserable problems. Why me? Why am I so broken and tired and crushed? 

That's when it hit me. We all have problems. Each and every one of us in that room has felt broken at one point in our lives. We have all felt scared and lonely and torn. I wasn't alone. 

And by knowing that, it made me stronger. For each of us are just broken pieces-but put them together, and a wholeness is created. A wholeness of all the good left inside of us. 

Life is a bitch. But we're all facing that bitch together.

2 comments:

lemons.can.fly said...

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I've personally been spirit-broken and innocence-broken and not even realized it until right now when I read this.

Hope you piece yourself together soon~! :D

ebxoqq said...

Summarily, I'll be strong as long as others are suffering too.

XD XD XD XD