Broken Poem by Heart Of Ink

I've never been quite comfortable here
As i've been in some other places
Light casts a shadow behind my fears
Making them bigger than they already are
I can't breathe in this horrible atomsphere
Condemned by my previous choices
Life's never been less than clear
Until now, it became

An image of a broken soul
Staring out of a broken window
Broken by the broken themselves
Broken by me and everybody else

I've never been quite good at what I do
As i've been at writing down the instructions
Night's spinning circles around my view
Making me look ever so pitiful
I felt for my fingers and what they drew
A whole wide world of a lot of imperfections
Excited just to show you
Until then, we sleep

An image of an eye-shaped hole
Turning into an eye-shaped window
The shape of the future's made of glass
It can't be shaped without a broken past

I never understood why it is that you hate
Till I looked right into your history books
Life's seldom what it is that we'd create
When destruction's a lot more easier
I've got a bullet right here on my face
So why not shoot it again if I could?
And point at your window today,
I guess I'd rather fix mine

No matter how broken it is, you know
Thinking about the future instead of ego
I want my children to be there somehow
To live in my broken but beautiful house