You know we're all broken
Or just a little frayed at the edges
but there's always little cracks somewhere or other
and some people are just so good at finding them.
Punching away at a shattered corner,
making fracture lines in the already weak glass.
Not knowing that that is the only thing we're left clinging on to.
Some of them don't understand the broken centre;
the breaks of human kind,
and continue to break the shattered window,
instead of looking through it to the real person
and when that's the only thing were left holding onto
the human mind is so good at letting go.