i was bandaged
and free
then completely torn piece by piece
but its okay
because i can be bandaged another day
the scars are there
they have healed but they will stay day by day
because god, i pray, i look up to the ceiling in my room and shriek
please let me stay another day without the pain killing me
of these stupid scars remind me of something id hate to think
i feel like im shaking
a wobbly toy that is old and frigid
a piece of paper that is ripped but tapped back together
my mind trying to put it all back together
but i was broken so long ago i feel like im disappearing
evaporating in the air
feeling like im dust, being swept away
a prop that has been destroyed and out of use
a broken light flickering on and off
a old but beautiful stage that has been abandoned
and now i just feel like a child who didnt know better