Have you ever felt

Like your torn inside?

The little bits and pieces

Scattered inside?

Have you ever felt

That your made of glass?

Tiny shards,

Peircing you inside?

Has the world to you

Seemed to darken?

Dark shadows

Casting its pure dark ore inside?

But inside,

There is always light.

No matter where,

There is always some light.

Like Yin and Yang,

When there is darkness,

There is always light.

Never lose up hope.