we

Its almost 3am and i wrote this.

We're all a little bit fucked up,
Whether its from our parents,
Or from ourselves.

We're all a little bit damaged in our own different ways,

But the thing is,

We're damaged together.

Its like a group collective- sure theres different bottles on the shelf,

Different tastes, flavours, sizzles on the tongue, bite across the throat,

Different shapes, sizes, cracks in different places, some deep, some hollow,

Some shattered like a spiders web- there and together but still a bit broken.

Some are spilling over, bursting at the seems, begging to be poured, opened, saved.

Whilst others sit with dust, accepting the fate of the forgotten.

But we are each others saviours.

Sometimes you are your own-- but if not we each have the power to chose a bottle, maybe two, maybe three, as many as your tired arms can carry, running, sprinting, gasping for them all.

Some you drink to bring you back, others you drink to give them life, but now, now we can be each others.

So you may be cracked, prepped to explode, spiralling out of control,

But guess what, we're all broken glass,

And we can fix each other, piece by piece, because we are the broken generation.

But together we have the glue.

~2:48 14/may/19

Mend each other together 💙