We're all broken inside

In the end, we're all just broken inside. Everything you do, be it writing poetry or cutting your wrists, or sleeping around, or making music or listening to it, or posting pictures of every apparent happy moment of your lives, choosing the best pictures, scared the world won't know how well that date with your partner went, or how much you enjoyed the night with your friends. It's all just to hide all those broken pieces of you which are scattered so far apart you doubt you'll ever become whole again. 

Sure you smile and laugh and look at life through the eyes of a child sometimes but it's when that pang of loneliness and brokenness hits you all of a sudden in the midst of your laughter and joy, when you're surrounded by friends and everyone you love, that's when you know you're broken inside.

We're all just a bunch of doomed helpless beings battling our own insecurities and demons, trying to mend our brokenness. No one has the right to judge others. You who write poetry to let out your bottled up feelings, you have no right to judge the one who cuts his/her wrists to let out the same. You who pray to God with the hope of belonging and feeling loved, you have no right to judge the one who sleeps around to feel the same. You who posts pictures on social media to show the world your facade and hide your insecurities, you have no right to judge the one who is aloof and is silent in the corner to hide the same.

All these are our different self defence mechanisms. We are all fighting our battles in our own warfare techniques. Don't judge. Empathise. Understand.