Broken

And I don’t want the world to see me,
Because I don’t think that they’d understand.
When everything’s meant to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am…

Can he see me now, with my face pressed against that window, longing for the sweet taste of freedom? And when I ducked in shame as I caught his eye?

Shame, that terrible beast that preys upon the misfortunate. It rips and savages them, kills them- from the inside out. The very same beast that stalks me now. No matter where I go, it haunts my steps. It doesn’t matter if people don’t know, shame is still around every corner.

What can fight this terrible inferno? I used to think that he could fight it, my secret love.

Oh, how wrong I was!

I see now that he has the strength, the determination, but love is also an inferno. Fire cannot fight fire, not once, not ever. No, love is not what fights the beast in you- friendship is.

If love is an inferno, friendship is like a gentle sun. It is warmth, gentleness, and serenity. It calms the demon, stills the fire, stems the flow.

A friend is the most lethal weapon against shame and hate you can get.

Don’t ever forget that.