Broken Supports…
If you want something done right,
you have to do it yourself.
No one else will give enough thought to help you with what you need done- a rush job, they’ll do. Fix it just to break it. Build it up just to watch it burn…
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“Mend me, please-
I need you…”
So pick me up.
Lay me out on a table.
Glue each piece back,
Wrap each wound…
Then break me up.
Shatter me a million times.
Bust every seam and stitch…
Choke me out, scream and yell.
Mend me, please-
No, no one can.
Glue melts in the flame.
Measly holds and
broken supports.
Hatred leaks and
broken hearts.
Hate me-
Hate me with all your heart.
Because you once loved…