Lullaby of the Broken

I’m lying, we’re crying—the words are said,
read me a lullaby to rest my head.
The story progresses, the darkness creeps,
as I lie awake while the whole world sleeps.

A clout from the side, a swerve to survive,
bruises that fade, yet I’m barely alive.
Lying here helpless, time drifts on by,
movements blur past, beneath this cold sky.

Surviving the years has taken its toll,
every moment a battle, every loss a hole.
It’s all been hell, a journey through fire,
every step forward, just slipping in the mire.

Tell me a tale where I’m whole once more,
where love doesn’t hurt and the heart’s not sore.
Sing me a song that mends my soul,
for I’ve carried this weight, and I’m losing control.

I’m lying, we’re crying—the echoes remain,
clinging to hope but buried in pain.
The years, they have passed like a merciless tide,
I’ve survived it all, but I’m breaking inside.

A swerve, a fall, a life on the edge,
clinging to dreams that hang by a thread.
Lying here helpless, the darkness won’t cease,
all I seek now is a moment of peace.

So read me that lullaby, let the story unwind,
a balm for my heart, a rest for my mind.
For if this is the end, then let it be soft—
a whisper of comfort, a light aloft.

Let the years of torment drift away like smoke,
in the gentle refrain of words softly spoke.
Surviving is not living, I’ve learned this too well,
so sing me a lullaby to break this spell.