When something breaks what does that make it
Less than what it was
Something new
Is everything meant to be what it is
Or do things happen for the sake of such
When I am broken am I me
Or am I born anew
Am I the same but in need of fixing
When life itself fragments
Is it meant to be put together
When none find use is it there
Tell me everything is as it should be
Tell me life is but an eternal realm
Tell me everything is meant to be itself
Tell me so I cannot believe you
Tell me to become my enemy
Be the hate fire used to fuel my world
Otherwise what is left
But a fragmented me
Veering for purpose
Begging for desire
Living to live
Or tell me hush
That life is not to invoke such things
Tell me what is to be written is meant only for the sake of so
If others lament is all but nothing
Tell me
Or lie to me
As broken steps
Once intended to go up
Now intended to rot
Are they them anymore
Should they be returned to them
Who made them deems purpose
Others can change such
In being a maker does it make one everything
If more than one maker exists..then what is
What is anything
Meaning is twisted
Rotting stairs
Life isn't as it should be
Or is it