Damaged

We all stand here,
Damaged by our demons,
Demons hell bend on killing us…
Our souls…
Our hearts…

Some of us to afraid to love…
Such beautiful things…
To find,
To accept,
That which we deserve,
Which we long for.

Years of damage…
Our past infringing upon our future…
Fighting in opposition.

Yet we can’t,
We won’t,
Because of those very demons.

So damaged…
By the vary enemies
We inherited from our parents…
By the constituents of natural order…
As to what we know,
What learnt to be true.

So damaged…
That all we see are cracks.

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