Just a metaphor
...
For someone's twisted fix,
On an unrequited love.
Obsession.
You're obsessed,
with me!?
Of all things...
Things that are wrong.
...
Struggling
to get free.
THAT!
That is when I realize;
How small,
How weak,
And
How easily
someone could end my life.
...
I have paper skin
And
Glass bones.
I'm a porcelain doll,
But the varnish is worn
&
My innocent face is cracking.
So frail,
So delicate;
But
I break my own bones.
And
I'm left with
My torn paper skin.
...
Of a Self-destruction.