90 percent of me is broken

By RRA

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A house beyond repair

 

The ceiling is cracking

The floors are attacking

 

Wood sprung upwards

As if to grip you down as it breaks apart

 

When will you realize

Its time to leave

 

Stop using your stupid emotions

 

Use your brain

Your logic

Your knowledge

 

Forget your bleeding heart

 

I –

I am the cause of your pain

 

This house will only bring misery.

Please get out while you can

You must be aware.

It crumbles

Creaks

Crashes

Disintegrates before your very eyes

 

I beg you. Do not allow it to take you down

 

The work will take time

The work will take money

 

All things that should not be wasted on a house that’s needs to be decimated

 

It offers little

Need much more then some scribbles

Plans on a paper

Never meant for much more

 

Leave me on the side of the road

Where you are safe

Free from the shackles of a house

That can barely perform its most important, essential

Uses

 

The outside may seem alluring

Beauty that masks the horror

 

Don’t get involved

I promise

It will be all okay

 

The house will survive

At least for now

 

Don’t let it fool you

It’s not worth your time

 

10 percent of me is fine

 

I’ll hang on

After all

Gravity likes to take it’s suffocating schedule

Allowing the wind to push and pull

The ground to shake and startle

Elements to take their best shot at knocking me to the ground

 

Life will move on

Without me

 

Like it does

Like it will continue to do

 

I am grateful that you care

But put away that virtue

Save it away

For a house who deserves you

 

Not curse

Covered in grime and infection

 

Instead

With a house who is 90 percent fine

10 percent problems

Gives more than takes

Leaves less then it was left

 

For I am house beyond repair

Broken

Shattered

 

Leave me behind