Being your doll Is like dirt being swept along the hall It's exhausting Bones have turned into mere joints As you control my movements You blame it on me and point Pull on the strings Move my parts Remember what the rings Are made for; Art
Bendable Any position you'd like and you got it You want me on the table? You got it! Want me on the shelf? You got it! Want me to pose like an elf? You got it! Want to place me on your lap? You got it! You want to abuse me? Do it Those pretty patterns won't show up on me They won't harm me
“Sit there and look pretty” is something I couldn't do because of you Requests out of your mouth, going in the kitchen and making a sandwich for you
I can't eat I can't even talk I can't control myself I've set myself up for my own demise You're my owner Forever
You’ve twisted My mind To a point That I’m blind Manipulated Cajoled In playing Your role. Im battered And torn Wishing you We’re never born, The love of my life A nasty witch Can’t wait to Bury her in a ditch.
… and I can’t help but wonder how freeing it felt to fly.
Trigger Warning⚠️ : My cousin passed away this morning… she took her own life. I’ve gone through a wave of emotions from denial to anger to despair. The world failed her. She was a baby. Seeing how this has shocked my family makes me glad that my attempt didn’t work all those years ago. I don’t know how to feel. I’m just confused.