“BROKEN”

I FEEL LIKE CALLING  911, BUT THEY’LL JUST  HANG UP ON ME,

THEY WON’T EVER DEEM THE PAIN I FEEL A LIFE THREATENING EMERGENCY,

I WANT TO TALK ABOUT HOW IT HAPPENED, BUT THEN AGAIN I CAN’T,

BEING OPEN IS PARTIALLY WHAT GOT ME BROKEN AND IN THIS POSITION,

I WANT TO CONFESS TO GOD, BUT I ALREADY HAVE MANY TIMES BEFO’,

SO AT THIS POINT I SEE THIS AS HIS LESSON TO ME AND FROM IT I NEED TO KNOW I REAP WHAT I SOW,

I ONCE THOUGHT I WAS BLIND, BUT NOW I SURELY CANNOT SEE,

ASHAMED TO LOOK IN THE MIRROR FOR WHAT I HAVE BECOME IS NOT WHO NOR WHAT I EVER WANTED TO BE,

THIS PAIN I FIGURE I DESERVE – GUESS THIS IS WHAT THEY CALL SELF-INFLICTED WOUNDS,

I’M HAVIN’ SECOND THOUGHTS ON CALLIN 911 CAUSE MY BREATHING IS BECOMING SHORT AND THE LIGHTS JUST WENT OFF IN THE ROOM,

WHY ARE MY EYES CLOSED – WHY CAN I SEE ME CURLED UP LAYING THERE?

WHY AM I ABLE TO REPLAY EVERYTHING YOU’VE EVER DONE TO THIS MOMENT VERY CLEAR?

WHY CAN’T I SCREAM OUT AND SHOUT TO YOU PLEASE NO, DON’T YOU SEE ME HERE???

WHY CAN’T I WAKE UP FROM THIS HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE?

I HEAR VOICES OVER MY BODY NOW, BUT NO MOVEMENT FROM ME,

WAIT- WHAT?? THEY JUST SAID THEY WEREN’T GOING TO HAVE TO DO AN AUTOPSY!?!?!

SIMPLE EXPLANATION WAS A MALFUNCTION TO MY HEARTS MAIN ARTERIES,

I’M BROKEN.

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