Broken Speaker
What did I do to you to make you want to break me?
Every day you take me and flip me up and shake me
There’s no method of escaping that can fucking save me
Is it out of consequence or is it that you hate me?
Cause you face me with these challenges now that I can smile
It’s been a while since I’ve been here, I thought I lost the style
But the black of the emotions is the number on the dial
And your finger’s firmly pressed on it, adding to the pile
As you file through the happiness and grind it to the bone
Now you put me in the zone and you convince me I’m alone
There’s no phone there to console me, just me and broken soul
If I say that I can’t take it will you finally just fold?
As I hold on to the images of every thing I’ve needed
I’m slowly going broke, I’m quickly torn to pieces
What’s the reason for the road I’m on? Can I ever leave it?
Am I infected by the black of it and can I fucking treat it?
I’m receding to the stress of old while I sit in silence
I’m failing every test I take and losing all the vibrance
The brightness to the life I had, enough to pierce your eyelids
But now there’s only darkness and I can not fucking hide it
And I can not fucking fight it, I feel I’m growing weaker
Like I’m screaming at the microphone, but someone broke the speaker
This silence is my keeper as I sit and bear this burden
What did I perpetuate that I’m labeled so deserving?
Notes:It’s a letter to life
Filed under: Poems