BROKEN RECORDS

XIX. c r u c i f y m e

you'd always pluck me apart;
tear me down and never
once leave me be
to reflect.

i braced myself to rise back up, time and time again; only to discover you'd rendered me royally wasted and all the more broken every single time you left. unspoken words of resilience had slowly been growing inside my head; i'd tried my hardest to set them free, but i was yet to realize that my voice was already dead.

i was still
awaiting the day
i'd find new resolution
or ultimately waste away.