I am a rag doll.
Used.
Forgotten.
I wait for the day you come and rescue me from the destitute attic.
Dust collects on my rosy cheeks.
Cobwebs form on my plastic lashes.
Dirt collects on my pearly whites.
I thought that’s what you wanted.
Why won’t you play with me anymore?
Why don’t you want me?
Maybe if I changed my outfit??
Maybe if my cheeks weren’t so rosy?
Would you play with me then?
Maybe if I changed my morals?
Maybe if I did everything you wanted.
Maybe if I disappointed myself and stooped to your level?
Would you play with me then?!?
I need you.
I crave you.
Please.
I beg of you.
Please.
I don’t have anyone else.
Please.
Remember me.