I am a doll that cries but never speaks,
a Jack without a box,
a guitar with a broken string.
Just one of many  forgotten things.
   Here I lie falling apart, split at the seams, coming undone. Button eyes falling away from a lip-less face, cotton like blood dashed all over the place. Pay no heed to me the doll that never spoke, the one that kept my secrets deep within my mind. Sitting alone tears in my eyes, staining the Earth with innocent blood. I doll that cries, a girl who spoke three last words you'll never know.
I am fractured split in two, lost in this world without you. No musical tune to recreate the jesters grin destroyed by fate. Unable to escape the darkness which permeates my world. I am a man without a heart. Ripped away from all I loved torn to shreds before it was done. Pain too great to withstand another day of wasted breath, A star crossed love that could not be salvaged. My painted smile lost to a blood dry sorrow. I am nothing more than a man with no soul. A jack without my box.
I had six strings all in a line. Now five go one way and the last another. One day to rough, one hit to hard left this joker as a wild card. What am I? Who am I? What ever answers I do find always rejected by my mind. Five voices that agree one that's left behind. I am trapped within a shattered physique, this world lost to me. A puzzle forever incomplete, a vicious cycle with no true end. I am a guitar with a broken string, one of many forgotten things.
I am a doll,
a toy,
an instrument.
Did you ever think that I had a soul to? You held my fate, and what did you do?
I am a girl who cries,
a boy with a broken heart,
I am a million people within one mind.
I am a person just like you...I hurt, I cry, I’m lost....my soul cries out and you don't hear it...You leave me...Tossed to the corner like a bad memory in your mind....Forgotten in the vast expanse of time....I’m a daughter, a lover, a stranger....
I am your forgotten thing.