oneword: angels

ultimately, the walking wounded that you have forgotten to appreciate until its way too late. its beyond the point of saving when you have realized this. the time is limited to try to make up for it, but there is never any way to truly make it up. they forgive...they always do, even though they know it will never be enough to make up for it or take away the hurt. a little more breaks off each time. just a shell of broken pieces like a jigsaw puzzle. who will be their angel? who will help them put the pieces back together?