On and off
like a toy I was
on and off
left at your discretion
Lost direction
deemed defective
incomplete, press delete
I wish you would please
erase me, from all the pain
of being on and off, and then on and off again
it’s happening to me
on repeat
until the toy can no longer
bleep bleep, no lights to see
disassociated-ly I retreat
to a place of peace born from defeat
a deep part of me survived
being scattered wide,
my spirit bares it, the reason for it
comes from the knowledge that healing
is better than lying.
Learned from judgmental eyes
the shame at such a young age,
the toy had no directions
use at your discretion
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