You are going to meettwo kinds of people in your life,some will find you in tranquilityand leave you broken,some will meet you in turmoiland lead you to serenity- peace and agitation

The crushed flowers andThe scented lettersHidden between the pages,I hide them under the pillows,I take them on a trip,Sometimes, they lay in the cupboards The broken flowers still glow,The perfumed letters canGive the peace to my soul.

Each night keeps me awake Your thoughts trouble me every moment Why you gave me such dreams When you had to break them in reality

I love younot only forthe way you dancein joybut, for the wayyou sit downwith the brokenthough you tooare burning inside- Selflessness

I am not angry,I am not sad,I have no questions,I need no answers,For, I am numb.I can’t cry,I can’t smile,I can’t laugh,I can’t giggle,For, I feel numb.I don’t argue,I don’t think,I don’t talk,I can’t fight,For, I feel numb andSomehow, I just knowBeing ‘numb’ is worseThan anything else!

We are all a little broken,Somewhere, Somehow, Sometime.& that's okay!