Damaged

We are all damaged goods in our own little ways,
Each one has been hurt throughout our fleeting days.
The smiles have hidden, the tears have been shed,
Some for the broken, the hurting, the dead.

We look to ourselves and want a new life,
One without memory of our past strife.
We look to another, wishing we were them,
Little knowing themselves they too would condemn.

We're all damaged goods, each one hurt and used,
We've all been depressed, forsaken, abused.
No one is different and no one escapes,
For sadness comes in all sizes and shapes.

But the days will come when we hold our heads high,
Our joy shall return and our eyes will be dry.
When we look to each other and begin to discuss,
We'll find everyone is as damaged as us.