It's battered.
Worn around the edges,
Off colour.
It doesn't seem to work.
The buttons stick in.
It's darker,
It's lived in a lifeless place.
It's faded,
A fade that goes from the inside out.
It's wobbly,
All loose on the outside but hollow in.
It's picked up thrown down,
Torn up and rubbed out.
It's worse than bad and older than its age.
life put me down.
It's broken she said.