When you break a mirror or a vase You can piece it back with glue; But the cracks are still there, still visible, As they are when something breaks you.
When I was young I dropped expensive china, And it shattered over the floor; My mother was enraged at my stupidity, And I think that broke me far more.
When you are broken inside You will try anything to repair, You will drink and take drugs; Cut yourself open, and attempt to stitch together the tears. Broken people are seen as poetic and deep, Pitied and romanticised As though it is an emotional fetish To watch another’s demise.
For all these reasons, And our fragile nature, We must become diamonds; Because once she is a diamond you’ll never ever break her.