I'm the robot they need
that works when they're helpless.
I'm the robot that's programmed
to comfort them in their weakest times.
Now, my mind and heart are destroyed.
And I can function no longer.
And now that I'm useless and nothing but broken;
they just wait for me to shut down entirely.
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Dysphoria
PoetryThis is about everything that shatters me, and it's all just because of little things.