Fucked-up people

I love fucked-up people

I love the flatmate who would hug me at night, away with the fairies

 

I love the mother who bakes cakes, abused by a man five times her age

 

I love the brother who suffered the same

 

I love the happy artist, deep in depression

 

I love the interior decorator, beaten to a pulp by his dad

 

I love the headstrong girl, chronic pain every day

 

I love the big friendly activist, psychotic

 

I love the blond surfer dude, having seizures

 

I love the good christian uncle, overdosed and died

 

I love the sports therapist, hitman for a drug lord

 

I love the hairdresser, shoots up drugs in her tea breaks

 

I love the Islamic woman who propagates plants, covertly poses nude on the internet

 

I love the singer, self-inflicted scars all over her body

 

Fucked-up people are the most beautiful people in the world