We are broken
Not one of us is faultless
We have scars, imperfections, things to tear us apart
A haunting past, an intimidating future
We are cracking
Struggling to maintain control
Clinging to our last hope
A burning light in the distance
Slowly fading to a spark
We are failing
We try so hard to reach that golden future
To understand the complexity of strife
To be restored, satisfied, happy
Only to fall further than the start

We are living
We learn to escape
That our imperfections are not flaws, but strengths
Things to build us up
Ignorance cannot consume us forever
We are breaking
But in the best way
These fractures define our souls
Without them we would be meaningless
Boring, hollow, and unbroken.