I'd empty with you
I'm lonely with you
I cannot feel your hands on me
Your presence
Your eyes
The pressure upon my shoulders
I'm your doll
I sit upon your shelf to smile to watch
I let you do things to me as I'm no longer a person for you
My heart is gone
And my eyes are sewn open
The corners of my lips propped up
My hair grows tangled and matted sitting upon these shoulders
You quit brushing
You quit caring
I'm your doll
An object you keep
Watching and smiling
I can't move
I'm numb
I can't take your hands away
I can't yell
I can't speak
YOU ARE READING
If This Makes Me A Troubled Teen Fuck That Poetry ;)))
Poetry⚠️Mentions Of Rape, Self Harm, Suicide, etc⚠️ There isn't a cure to man's problems. Only death, which is is a problem itself. I crave that nasty blade at my throat. Some poetry for a son that never lived in his father's eyes and never died as a daug...
