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My mind feels like a broken record,
I keep thinking about the same old things.
I feel so stuck in déjà vu,
Running through the same old scenes.
Day in, and day out,
My mind is never empty.
But sometimes I wish it was,
So I could sit and think.
Form:
Head pounding, his words repeated in my head like a broken record
my mind and i
are at a game of hide and seek
only i think i've gotten the rules wrong
i am both
the hider
and the seeker
the hider says”if you don’t kill yourself the seeker will”
forever searching for her
but terrified of being seen
All of yesterdays wilt
Reflections of the glass were very clear
As it has always been
Today, I wish it hadn't been that way
Yearning and longing was what it was
The only thing I have ever known
I am afraid
The moment that I start to walk
I tell myself a lie
A fool that I am
Believed such a lie
Like a broken record
I do it again and again
As the darkness came
Today, I lie again
Brain like a broken record,
Body still fighting strong year after year.
Your body, mind, and soul carry internal scars, only ones with trained eyes will notice them, because you’ve learned how to hide them so well.
Memories like to play, as if they were put on a flipbook, interrupting my daily rituals.
But little do most know, my skin is thicker than armor, always ready to endure the pain.
A wall divides
me from that
peace of mind.
A peace I hope
one day I'll find.
But unti then,
I stare at the wall
and wonder
how its fair
to break down
when it was I
who did the hurting.
I stare at the wall
and I know
it was never fair.
That's what he
called it,
what he always said.
Like a broken record
reminding me
it would never be equal
and the fool I was
thought it was a joke.
Isn’t sleep supposed to be restful?
Isn’t sleep supposed to be calm?
Sleep is a time my mind goes off the deep end, replaying like a broken record.
Sleep is a time the panic and anxiety creep in, startling me awake.
Being abruptly awakened by such intense anxiety, feeling nauseous but like you're being choked at the same time.
The alarm doesn’t come fast enough yet too fast all at once. Body and mind still drained.
Will the calm of sleep ever find me?
I should of seen this coming
Our love was to good to be true
You showed your true colors when I got my prison blues
I never got a letter I never got a visit
Your promise was broken from the moment that you said it
I tried to call prepaid but the number had been changed
So I sit in this cell and dwell on the words that you said
Like a broken record in my head
I got these Prison blues when I got my Prison blues
You said you would ride tell you died but that was just a lie.
Yes Wilfredo I do hear it
as I listen with intent,
what has happened to the children
and enchanted time we spent?
Is the past all that we own now
is forever meant to be,
just repeating and repeating
those few years so young and free?
In that lane of dormant memories
where the music swirls around
like a broken record keeping
us forever near it's sound,
Somewhere someone plays tomorrow
on an upright in the hall,
notes that do not need to borrow
words from yesterday at all.