Everyone has a time in which they question themselves,

Question thier very existance.

It can make the strongest and happiest people crack.

When you feel like your life is shattered glass 

What's left will cut you deeply as you try to pick up the pieces .

So why do so many people get back up?

Why don't they just give up?

Why don't they bitterly say

Being broken will have to be good enough?

Why don't they just end it all?

I'll tell you why people get back up

Because every time you get back up a shattered piece falls back into place.

And when the fog lifts again there is no room left for question

No one leaves this world unscarred

It isn't what you were delt in this life that changes the game

It is how you play the hand you have that counts.