Just a doll between cradled hands Daddys dolly hides his secret plans A doll lies still and does not weep Words that save are left asleep She feels the rise before the fall Tossed like a rag against the wall Shes frayed and dirty on the floor Shes worn and stained like times before Now hes gone and shes alone Her stitches loosen with a moan She tries to stand but falls apart Her strength was stolen from the start The hurt inside grew hard to bear To fix a wrong, she tore out her hair Ripped the cloth out from her thighs Tore the buttons that were her eyes Cut ugly lines down both her legs Endures the pain and never begs She broke apart her mangled arm One less limb to bring her harm She maimed and tore up every piece Shredded into hells release She stopped to rest then as she sighed Parts of her strewn at her side Her smile still sown tight to her face The one that hides her wounded grace Shes still the doll he tossed aside Still the girl whos spirit died She became the hands that tore her heart Remembered the monster, then played the part The fight she held was over then Too tired to try to rise again Her words were weak as they broke free I cant cut him out of me
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 22:19:35 +0000
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