Broken

You feel it

Something not quite right

Like a worm squirming in your brain

Somethings wrong

A tightening in your chest

Pressing like a vice

It’s hard to breathe

Sweet words from lips

Like honey drips

Still needles sew a horrific patchwork

In your head

Whispered words from long ago

Play in repeat, a broken record

Scratching through your ears

But nothing’s wrong not now at least

Yet on your mind foul thoughts do stab

 A creeping dread, -but nothing’s wrong

They haunt me even now

Though they come from long ago they stay

Stuck vibrating like flies on paper

I want them gone, I hate them so

These scars may never show

No one may ever know…