Abused and used,
old, numb, broken and bruised
like a torn and worn out rag doll
you toss me aside like I had button eyes
leave me to stitch my wounds
I heal in the dark
a rag doll has no heart
I'm stuffed with hate and despair
let go of my wrist,
it's about to tear
play along little one
lets dance and eat
your words mean nothing
empty bottles tossed out to sea
but never to be seen
hidden from eyes,
a new wound forms
another stitch to be made
if button eyes could cry
he whispers in my ear
"Smile."