Machinery

Feel like I'm walking on bones that make up me and I'm treated as though I'm machinery. Machinery that needs little to no upkeep and it's not until I stop running that you notice me. You say what's wrong with this damn thing? Why won't it work? So I push on when there's nothing in it for me and my whole body hurts. My pleas can only be seen and not heard long, long ago I've forgotten my worth. Yet I never quit pretty good for a piece of... I'm not missed til my battery dies and I'm too tired even to lie. I want to cuss the whole world up and down but I don't. I want to leave this life and this little town but I won't. I want my pain to be seen and felt the way I've felt for everyone else my whole life, so feel mine. I see and feel and taste your pain so feel mine, feel mine. Please, please try. But you just push my 'on' button and work me til I die. I see and feel and taste your pain so feel mine, feel mine. I said please please... try.