Dissapointed so often that it's just not an emotion anymore. Can't be broken. Can't be fixed. Just sit there on the wall, unused, because you're too dissapointed in other people to try and go on.
Breaking things that's important, breaking a soul apart, ripping a heart out. Pulling a bone from the flesh, leaving the skin to sag and hang were once it was stable and useful.
Breaking dissapointment in other people because they turn the pins too tight...waiting...waiting until the string snaps and becomes useless
lifeless
because it died when you broke it.