Saturday, November 2, 2013

Broken record

A broken record plucks at my heart strings. 
Digging up guilt and unwanted memories. 
It pushes past the barricades I've put up to protect myself.
To help myself forget.
Forget how broken my world is. How different I am from the world around me. How my smile is only a mask to fool others, and myself. How much I want to cry, to disappear. 
Round and round the record spins, sending me deeper and deeper into the depths of dispear. 
Someone save me. Stop the record and shine a saving light on my degrading soul. 

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