We Are All Broken

Safety pins and scotch tape can't really hold together,

Every single time I felt I was falling apart,

Each time I stared at the white of the ceiling,

Acting like the realization was new,

That I was done.

There were three times I felt most alone in this world:

Within the laughter of others,

There was something soft spinning and lifeless,

The kindness of it never reaching the creases of their eyes.

And at parties celebrating things I was supposed to care for,

And I noticed I couldn't quite bring myself to care at all.

But I felt most alone,

Out of all these things,

In the knowledge that I am not the only one.