Broken

Darra Wiencek
Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read

The hardest part about tomorrow,

Is forgetting what happened today.

We take pictures to remember happier times,

Because the hard ones are engraved.

Etched into every corner of our mind,

Waiting for something to pull them back to the surface.

A song, a place, even a smell;

Everyday normalities pull you into nothingness.

The ten thousand pictures from weddings, concerts, engagements,

Will not fill the empty void you are avoiding.

Why is there such a stigma,

If someone says they are depressed?

Why is our reality such a fake, filtered, narcissistic screen?

We spend so much time focusing on perfection,

Pretending that our lives are perfect.

We spend so much time trying,

Trying to “live our best life.”

But how can you live if you pretend like you never cry?

How can you always appear so happy if you never talk about sadness?

How can you be in love if you don’t know what it means to feel pain?

We are all broken.