"Broken"

So it's about time I try this out.

Is there a feeling on this Earth better than that of the feeling of your heart being taken from you?

Slowly, one small bit at a time, as each day passes.

A feeling I think I've felt twice before, yet this one is different.

Is it because I know this time it isn't going to get returned, that it is all in vain?

Or is it something more this time?

Is it my insatiable thirst to fix that which is broken that has drawn me here? Or is it the fact that the belief of flaws is in itself whats broken?

For where they see flaws, I see attributes. Where they weakness, I see strength.

How can it be, that they believe themselves to be nothing, yet they mean so much.