Those broken ones.
Used.
Cover it up with smiles, laughter, and more of the same.
No forward hatred of the world.
You'd never guess it happened,
But I would.
It's no surprise.
It's hearing old news for the first time.
The foundation was laid.
The platform was set.
Chapter one.
Chapter two.
Chapter three.
Chapter four.
I've lost my place.
Will this story end?
Please say it will.
It must.
It will start again.
It will start again.
It will start again.
It may never end.
Please say that it will.
Please God, say that it will end.