broken

Here I sit,one broken soul,missing parts,broken heart.Some assembly required.Who will pick me up before I expire?Who would ever want the remnants of what was once actually considered a beautiful example of a man?Here I sit,weathered and worn by the storms of life again and again.Only one soul now knows they hold the key to fixing me,restoring me and making me shine again.I may look like a lifeless heap,not worth anything at all,but hell,beauty is in the eye of the beholder,so here I am