why do you keep trying?
you can't change how i feel, so just stop.
you only want to break me apart and put me back your way.
i'm not your puzzle.
i'm not your puppet.
yet, you still control me,
making me be what you want, and not what i want.
but why can't i stop it? i'm so devoid, and soulless.
i'm a doll on a shelf.
cracked and broken
unused and unloved
a useless piece in your collection of porcelain.
so, you grew tired of me
and then i finally became free
but the joy switched into despair as the sudden realization set in,
i can't do anything on my own.
in order to play with dolls, you need a ventriloquist.
i didn't want you, but i need you.
irony
without you, i'm just a lifeless marionette
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loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...
