Analysis of Broken

I'm broken
Sad and solemn
Lost and hopeless
My whole world seems gray
My pieces shatter
Over and over again
I watch them shatter
I scramble up the pieces
I put them back together
Empty holes remain
where pieces used to be
On the outside I look together
But with a slight breeze
I crumble to the ground.
Falling
Failing
Empty
Broken

I desperately want to be whole.
I want to make myself whole
But I can't
I don't know how.
I don't know why.
I wish...
I was enough for me
I wish...
I could mend my heart
Just enough to love...
Me
I break
I build
I wither
I stand
I fall
I rise
And still...
I'm broken

Well...
Broken crayons still color
Mosaic master pieces
Are made from broken shards of glass
A chrysalis is broken
And a butterfly emerges
In all its glory
I am the broken crayon
Coloring my story boldly
The broken shards of glass
Forming unique works of art
I am the emerging butterfly
With wet wings waiting to flutter
I'm broken
But...
My broken is beautiful