There is something selfish about people who are broken. They always like to keep their scars to themselves. Sharing is not one of their best traits.
They will smile and nod at the world yet, the sadness always gleams in their eyes. They won’t share it because it is a burden that only belongs to them and gives a feeling of home.
I have seen people carve a home in the depths and realms of despair. They drown in pills and intoxications. They build houses of sand near the shore and smile when the tides break them down.
There is something beautiful about the hollowness in their chest and the way their heart howls in the cold lonely nights.
There is something selfish yet beautiful about a broken soul because in between the cracks, I always see the brightest lights.