I dream
I wake
I see
I hear
But I can't speak
The thread is sewn in my lips
I can sit
I can blink
I'm fragile
I have a bright smile
But I can't move
Needless to say I'm a doll
Just a doll
For the world to poke and prod
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Dark Things Make Me Insane
PoesieDark poetry. Some for my lovely that I let free. Some about cutting and other mature things. These are my words unspoken.