What am I to you?
A stuffed doll
With plastic eyes?
What am I to you?
Maybe I'm posable
with different outfits.
What am I to you?
Just some plaything?
What do I mean to you?
Are you bored of me?
Are you sick of me?
What did I do to you
To earn such contempt,
To be abandoned
In the street,
To be left
With a knife in my heart?
Why did you lie to me?
When I thought
We were together,
You always stayed with her.
Why did you lie to me?
Why could you never
Tell me the truth?
It was right in your throat
So why didn't you say it?
How could you lie to me
For as long as you did?
Was it unimportant
In your mind?
Take me like a voodoo doll.
Stab me and I bleed.
Cut me and my blood runs free
As tears roll down my face.
The doll you hold is bleeding.
Bleeding in your hands.
Bleeding from your lies.
Bleeding from your hate.
Bleeding from the heart,
That you so callously
Carved out.
The tears are now
Turning to blood
As the doll asks one more time,
"Why couldn't you
Tell me the truth?
Why did you have to lie?"
Was it to protect me?
Was it to see
If I'd figure it out?
You toyed with me,
You played with my heart,
You crushed my soul,
Yet you expect me
To be okay?
Heartless you are,
and now Heartless am I.
My heart sealed away
Because of your lie.














Comments
Wonderful, SF.
I love it.
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Insanity isn't the lack of common sense but rather the sense that being completey sane would kill you so be insane....you get cookies
(I did what I could to write it from what I feel your point of view is)
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