Broken people tend to find each other, drawn like magnets by the force of shared pain.
But instead of trying to fix each other, as logic would suggest, the meeting of the broken pieces is often of the destructive sort:
Though both crushed, trodden on, shadows of their former selves, the stronger of the two tends to cripple further their weaker partner.
Perhaps they, for once, wanted to feel like they are in control. Perhaps they wanted to exercise the power once exercised on them. Perhaps they’re wreaking vengeance on the innocent for the wrongs they have been dealt.
Nonsensical. Illogical. Cruel. Dumb. Numbed conscience.
Perhaps we cannot be fixed.
Perhaps, once broken, the fragments of our souls become what we loathe.