I'm Wishing My Life Away...

I’m a battered desk,

Useless and decayed.

The chair attached to me,

Covered in green chipped paint,

Used to support whoever sat there.

Including you.

I’m that chair.

It is as if it is my cupped hands,

Supporting you.

But I am not strong.

I am not average.

My arms are raw bones,

Barely supporting those hands,

Unable to support you.

Unable not to.

So you broke me.

Made me useless.

And never glanced back once

To those raw bones

And cupped hands. 

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