When you´re broken, it´s like you feel a herd of souls trying to get across the crack, trying to open it, hurting even more. It is bad enough to be broken and you still have to deal with those people trying to get a glimpse of you broken, looking for blood, scattering for ripped skin and open muscles and you stand there, untouched, immobile, bleeding, slowly dying. There a few who are trying to lift you up, take you away, make you safe and away from all the fuss, all the mess, all the noise, all the light, such bright lights that burn your already sensitive eyes. But they hardly succeed and even when they think they´re helping they´re not, they end up hurting more because they don´t understand or see the actual help that is needed. A simple understanding look, a hand on your shoulder, holding your hand, a hug, space, all a broken being needs is space. So please, please, listen to me when I say "I´m broken", back off, leave me be and take your impressions and your "I thinks" with you because all I need right now is space. Respect my space, respect me and do not give your unnecessary opinions on what it is better if you are not the involved ones because it is easy peasy lemon squeazy to talk when you´re talking about others and it does not affect you but when it does affect you personally you do not like to be the talking matter nor the target of all the "I thinks". One favour, one favour only, respect me, that is all I ask, respect me, I know I do respect you...