You know you’re shattered.
You know you’re vulnerable.
You know that no matter how many times you try to convince yourself that you’re alright, you’ll never be alright.
You’re just another empty soul who’s about to be thrown away along with those cluttered hearts of the broken.
And you'll never be able to glue those pieces together.
(note to reader: ...now that was depressing. I'm sorry if you can relate to this. Talk to me if you do. Although I might not be able to help since I'm facing the same.)