Sometimes things just feel broken.
Video is by C.E. Price.
Words are written and spoken by me.

I wake up in my broken bed
It’s warmth wishes to keep me here
I pull the covers over my head

Soon I am in my broken shower
The water flows and mingles with my tears
I only have one hour

I eat my food on a broken plate
Nothing tastes good anymore
I think I am going to be late

I gather my broken things
There is no turning back now
If I am going to make it I will need wings

My broken key in my hand
I reach and open my broken door
And enter a broken land