my body isn't mine
i'm trapped inside an object
of affection to whoever wants to
take their shot

given away
like a present
everyday is christmas
except it's not

broken from abuse
in disrepair from overuse
it's funny for them
to watch

drag myself home
into my hole
mourn my innocence
that is nothing more than rot

carrying around the sadness
everyone's sees my baggage
it's like carrying a suitcase
full of rocks

when you've been hurt as much as me
you learn to go to your happy place
away from the pain
safe in your thoughts

where the monsters can't touch it
because they've soiled everything else
ruined and stained
perfectly round blood drops

i'm like a ragdoll
to toss around
and play games
where i'm not allowed to stop

stuck in a fetal position
scared to leave my room
screaming into my pillow
remembering the childhood i lost

torn and exposed
told i deserve it because i let myself go
should be lucky for the
unwanted attention i've caught