I would rather die broken

I would rather have lost a million friends
And them to say mean things to me
Than to have never have met just that one
That finally set me free

I would rather faced death
Have people walk away
Than to never have the opportunity
To have just one person want to stay

I would rather have endured the abuse
Peculiar it must sound to you
Than never have Strength, courage, it bestowed
Just to name a few

I would rather have my insiders
Be out for the world to see
Than keep them hidden, locked away
To never have them free

I would rather die broken
Shattered into pieces
Never to know healing
Than to never have lived at all

copy write:
Jill Sparks
Poet ZD