It hurts, I know.

To look yourself in the eyes- it’s a chore.

You think something is wrong-it’s not, at least, not with you.

It’s hard, I know. 

To look at the world through broken glass, the fragments take you away from the bigger picture.

you’re worried, I know.

 you think you’ll never see it- you will.

The world is what you make it. take those fragments and make the world new.

When you’re done, it’ll look messy close-up.

You’re scared, I know.

Take a few steps back and see the world you made.

I promise it’ll be better than you’d ever expect.