i bleed/you laugh
(TRIGGER WARNING)
To the society that turns broken things into beauty,
ripped jeans fresh off the line
love novels, heroine saved,
get my hopes up
like i, too, will be saved
To the society that turns broken things into comedy routines,
horizontal for attention
vertical for results
as if both do not turn wrists
into bloody battlefields
sloppy experiments in turning oneself inside-out
a compromise between living and dying
as if asking for help is just
one more thing to be ashamed about
To the society that doesn't really understand broken things,
do not ridicule the faulty wiring
in the minds of those
who know nothing but how to hurt
how to feel every inch of loneliness
do not ridicule the broken things
if you are the one that broke them
From, stained glass windows and tear-stained cheeks