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."