Broken

You aren't trivial because you're broken
You aren't trivial because you're in pain
You aren't trivial because you're imperfect
And your wounded heart makes you feel ashamed.
You think you don't look all that good or work all that well.
That they can do better than you ever will.
You feel like you don't have that extra special in you,
the thing that makes you rare.
You don't feel like you're the one-in-a-million kind,
Like all of them are, it's just not fair.
But you know why you aren't trivial?
It's because you genuinely care.
You love like it's your life, you're willing to give up your share.
For the ones who come into your life,
Whether they run, whether they hide
You'll still always be right there,
For when they're feeling alone or scared
You see, that is why you aren't trivial
Even if they make you feel that way.
You're the one who always keeps them going, even when they are having a bad day.
The genuine care, the beautiful love, the sacrifices you always make
Shows how you're pure, how you live real, how you just aren't fake.
You might be broken, might be in pain
Doesn't mean you're not beautiful
You're not what they say.
That's why you aren't trivial
You're beautiful in your own way
Fixing broken souls even though
You're breaking everyday.

Being broken doesn’t make you any less important. You are never trivial, there is always more to you than what others see. For all the times you have been there for a friend after all they did to you. For the times you have felt like the second option or the third wheel. For the times you have sacrificed and forgiven. For the times you gave and gave even when you didn’t have enough for yourself. For when you listened and loved without expecting anything. For when you worked when you were tired because you cared. For all the things you did that went unseen. You are important. The world wouldn’t be the same without you. That exactly is what makes you beautiful. That you are here making a difference, no matter how big or small. You are here, helping fix souls even when you’re broken. So, for all the times you have put everyone else before you, you have grown to be more beautiful. It does not matter who sees it. Nothing can make it any less true because you are beautiful for simply being you.