Very early on in life,
I learned that we couldn’t fix people.

The first time I heard my mother cry,
I was 7.
And even though I was young,
I swore the sound of her sobs
was also the sound of my heart shattering.
And I remember hugging her,
Because I thought that maybe if I held her tightly enough,
she wouldn’t fall apart.

I learned that I was wrong about that, too.

Fast forward ten years,
And here I am again,
Trying to fix you.
And even though I know that we can’t fix people,
I’m still giving it my best damn shot anyway,
Because the very fact that you are broken,
broke me too.

And I learned that
When we try to fix people,
We realize just how broken we are.

N.E.W.,  Lessons I: About Being Broken (via lookingforsomeonewhocares)