Broken

Broken

That moment when everything is laid bare and exposed.

Your deepest darkest secrets. the worst parts of you that you tried, and worked oh so hard at covering up.

Things you buried under a mountain of fake smiles and forced laughs. Tucked away behind feigned interest and mild enthusiasm.

Everything showcased.

All those dirty secrets giving away just how fucked up and broken you truly are.

There’s something to be said about no longer hiding and sneaking around.

A freedom that comes from truth.

Oh but that truth came at such s heavy price.

12 thoughts on “Broken

  1. *HUGE HUGS* There is nothing you could reveal that would ever make me see you as fucked up and broken. Even if you are addicted to eating newborn babies or something.

    I might hide the salt.

      1. It says something that I’d trust you to tell me if you were. I don’t know what it says, but it says something.

  2. perhaps you’ll have yet another change of perspective that its maybe not all that but there’s a lil somethin somethin’ that’s good left :D… if not then for the howl at destiny party night I suggest some janis joplin, me and bobby mcgee… freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose and honey, I’m nothing if I aint free. and remember even howl at fate sessions have a way of being saleable ๐Ÿ˜€ par-ty. just do not forget truth is on sale in any media outlet…it’s only what you make of it… pretty hair this season ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Oh – this saddens me so. I hope these are not your real thoughts. You write fiction thoughts so real. ….. You know we are always so harsh on ourselves. Always. We have to make ourselves not be. And you know we all have our broken bits and things we wish we had never done, said, thought… I wish you good things and real smiles always. I do. Mixed in with sad days (I know we both have them) I want you to have awesome days with awesome friends and bright things touching your spirit. I miss communicating with you. I thought of you at Christmas when I sent out the few cards I sent out… I thought of you and told our friend he needs to do *something* and get your journal done. I want you to have it back so much now reading this. And why does this prompt me to write all this? Wishing you peace & sparkles and every good thing

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