So this is me

How sad that is

Because I didn’t use to be like this

I used to frolic

Used to smile

But this is how I’ve been a while.

It’s all of you

That has me being

Bouncy with a broken spring.

I was known for being alive

Known for joy I let outside

But you and you, each one lied.

And that’s how it happened

Being used as a toy by those I loved

Slaughtered like a hunted dove.

It’s all of you

That has me being

Bouncy with a broken spring.

I watch them jump

I watch those others fly

The ones with mended wings

Those ones without broken springs.

So don’t come back.

Don’t say a thing.

No one can fix the broken spring.