i am broken.
i am not broken in the Beautiful sense. my story is neither touching nor tragic. i am broken the way the family car might be Broken. i've been around so long and there were so many Memories made, but is it really worth keeping around? is it worth trying to fix even though the chances are slim that it will ever be what it once was? i am not the family car. i was not factory made With steel. I came with no lifetime guarantee. i have no refund value. my brain is not an engine. it cannot be replaced when it becomes Faulty. i am not a transmission with bad Wiring. a tune up would fix nothing. life would be simpler if i was a machine. blown fuses can be Replaced. a mind filled With Pain never can.
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