Broken people Broken hearts, I see it in your faces, so many of you. You lost your faith in life, and your trust in love. You are cold from the scars of pain, it dripping from your eyes, but you feel no pain. Emotions is for anger not pain, and you can’t feel anymore. Your soul is tired and life is cruel, you survived just by trusting yourself, you survive by keeping them out, because humans are evil and you find confort in the rain. What do you have, when you don’t have love, one thing is for sure you have no broken heart. Broken people everywhere, they are pieces of art, they tell the true story, of life’s evil ways. When you are strong its better life is easy, and it feels good, the only price we pay is being alone, but not even that is a curse, because we want it that wAy.