A Broken Record

February 12, 2012
My hearts a metal core I lock, so no one can get in

Why would I risk being hurt for a glimpse of sunshine?

People leave bruises on my skin and wounds in my brain

And every word is engraved into my eyes

It's like a broken record skipping, and replaying the same part

Once its broken, it can never be fixed

It plays the same beat for everything, like a numb heart

You can either store it in the dusty attic, hiding it away, while it muffles the same beat

Or you can snap it, and hope it doesnt breathe

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