i fucking hate the phrase "beautifully broken." There's nothing beautiful or graceful about someone being used until they crack and shatter. The true beauty lies in the rebuilding of those tiny pieces. The countless moments spent struggling with shaky hands , and sleepless nights, willing yourself back together. While trying desperately to hide your pain and despair from the rest of the world's cruel and unrelenting eyes.
Watching, judging, your every move. Little mistakes, and (at times) even smaller victories, celebrated only by the fighter still struggling deep inside of you.
So NO, there is no beauty in the destruction of another human being. Only in the rebuilding of the warrior hidden within.
