You know when someone is tuning their guitar, and a string breaks? You can’t use the guitar anymore, right? At least, not until the strings are fixed.
Don’t judge but… That’s what I feel like. I feel as though I’m like a guitar and all the little itty bitty strings inside of me have snapped until there’s none left. And so I’m useless. I’m nothing more than a guitar in the corner, gathering dust. No one wants to use a broken guitar. And there’s certainly no point of keeping it if you aren’t going to bother to keep it.
Even my three year old niece knows that when something is broke you can’t use it. She throws away broken toys, chalk, necklaces, and shoes all the time. Am I really no better than these broken toys or the broken guitar? I feel as though no one cares about me.
Care. That’s all I’m asking. Show a little love to me and all the other broken people in this world. Help fix us. Help repair the little itty bitty strings that have broken inside of us from too much use and abuse. Please. Don’t just toss us in the trash. I beg of you. Don’t give up on us. Don’t stop caring.
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