I’ve begun to pick up the broken pieces
of my heart.
It’s a slow process but
it gets easier every day.
Every tear that doesn’t fall
every time I smile
every time I laugh
its a win.
A win for the broken people
the beings that seem so whole on the outside
no one digs any deeper to find the
broken person on the inside.
A win for the people hurting
the ones that cry themselves to sleep at night
because of the loneliness they feel
even in a group of people.
A win for those whose greatest enemy is the mirror
the ones that can’t look at their reflection
without feeling some form of hatred
for what they see.
A win for the people who sat in bed
staring at those pills
debating on if it was worth it
if anyone would care.
A win for the people who stayed up all night
talking their best friend out of those pills
convincing them that they’re worth it
that they’re loved.
A win for every broken person
that hides their true feelings.
that cries themselves to sleep at night,
whose worst enemy is the mirror hanging in their room
the one’s that didn’t take those pills,
and the one’s that stayed up all night.
It’s a win