We search each day for answers, our minds spinning endlessly.
Images replay thoughts, words stuck on repeat after painful repeat.
We are the broken - the souls that wander aimlessly and hopelessly, never forgetting a thing.
We are the broken, the ones who can never find peace.
We are the broken, creatures of this life afraid to love or to need.
We are the broken. We live in solitude because we understand that answers do not exist.
