You may, we may, see us as broken. 

But, I see the gold mend the crack in between, when tears fall off your cheek.

The broken pieces of your heart, glued with silver.

The heart they ripped off, patched with gold-strings. 

And these bullet holes they caused, band-aided with kryptonite.

The life might rub your face off, but you made you self shines.

But do not ever see your self as pieces.

Because you know what yourself turn into.

Because you know you are a whole. 

You just got to dig it deeper.

And burst that diamond light from underneath.

That is when you know what life made you into who you were 

and and who you are right now.