I just had to show this to everyone.

This...explains a lot with me...

 

my life

 

Get a glass and smash it on the floor.
- Okay, done.
Is it broken?
- Yes
Now say sorry to it.
- Sorry.
Is it fixed now?
- Of course not!
So sorry wasn't good enough?
- Well no, but-
What about glue? Can you fix it by gluing it back together?
- I can try.
Can you still see the cracks?
- Yes.
Will it hold any water? Can it still fulfull its purpose?
- No, but-
Why not?
- Because it's broken.
Because you have broken it.
- Oh.
And it will be forever broken. You couldn't fix it by saying sorry.
- Oh.
Will it still be broken if you walk away?
- Yes.
So you leaving won't fix it?
- No.
Can anything make it the way it was before?
- No.

Do you understand now?

 

That's deep...

 

I get your point but... glass can be fixed with a huge fire and skill...

 

Exactly, fire and skill. It's really hard work. It's called recovery.

 

Get a glass and smash it on the floor.
- *Accidentally smashes it*
Is it broken?
- .. Yes
Now say sorry to it.
- ...
Is it fixed now?
- No
So sorry wasn't good enough?
- ... Yes
What about glue? Can you fix it by gluing it back together?
- *Tries but it worse*
Can you still see the cracks?
- Obviously, yes. It is full of large cracks
Will it hold any water? Can it still fulfull its purpose?
- No.
Why not?
- *Glass falls apart*
Because you have broken it.
- ...
And it will be forever broken. You couldn't fix it by saying sorry.
- I know..
Will it still be broken if you walk away?
- Yes..
So you leaving won't fix it?
- No..
Can anything make it the way it was before?
- No..
But all I can do is cover it with a blanket, where no ones notices it is broken.
Pretend that nothing bad happens to it, just keeping everybody's minds in their own glass.
Not mine.

I don't do recovery, I just hide with a smile, a happy personality, a warm heart.
Don't mind my life,
Mind yours.
It's not your problem, it's mine.
My smile and heart might fade away, but I won't fade it without my life.
I keep cheering on for the people that needed the boost of confidence, or be happy what the goals who achieved means to them. Or keeping the promises and secrets with my heart crossed to it, but everytime I fail to help. Is a time when I unfold the blanket and tell who I am. I am not much of a man who is good at fixing itself or being the inner me. But at least I can help someone, so they won't end up the man who hides the glass with a blanket.

 

This is so true.
Someone finally figured out why all I want to do is help people.
took you long enough.

 

This is so true..
Nobody can tell how much I do for them.
Nobody knows how depressed I really am.

 

So, So, true, in my real life, cept im not nice to them. Because the people who cause it are the people I hate.