I’ve tried to fix her so many time. I fixed her with my hand , with my heart, with my will, with everything i have. But it is still broken, and likely to be remain that way. so then i stop, i look at my hand, i look at my heart, i look around, everyone is being ignorant to this broken piece that i am trying to fix. they look at me like im stupid. “what are you doing? it’s broken” shattered pieces of glass that i’ve tried to mould try to glue as if it will turn out back, fine. i never give up, i have faith in me. but then i look back at my finger. bleeding, tourn, wounded, swollen. i am trying hard to fix this broken piece just because i can’t accept the fact that it’s broken. what i get ? a slashed on my fingers. i am not sure what to do? should i lose hope? or should i keep the faith and keep hurting myself? this piece is my precious. i certainly can’t just close my eyes at ease and ignore. both way. it keeps hurting me. badly. and that pieces of broken glass remain that way it hurt everyone that pass by. what should i do?

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