Part 1: Revelation

I wish I had never picked up the phone.
The words you speak,
Are dirty needles,
Made to tear me apart.

I got lost,
In the things about to come.
The truth will echo through my mind,
For the rest of my life.

Just when I was ready,
To build myself up from my damaged remains,
You pushed me back down,
Creating more pieces of my shattered remains.

Why can't it ever be something else?
Just one note to at least leave me unscathed.
It renders me silent and useless,
Like the calm before a storm.

Soon I crash and revel,
As my reflex to cope.
This can't be watered down,
It was made to boil and run over.