It was a dark rainy night when I found you in a dark forgotten corner- in the attic of the world. Oh, beautiful rag-doll, theres no need to be hostile. I'm just admiring the rags you were made of. Although cheap, since your parents couldn't afford silk, they made you of a strong material, almost unbreakable. Even with your tattered dress and blue skin, you stand tall with grace. For you are no Porcelain doll, you do not break from the outside. You were sown tightly together, the rags of which you are made of are resistant and absorbent. No, you aren't broken from the outside just ripped and stain but still beautiful. Oh, please rag-doll show me your true emotions and not that mastered poker face.
Rag-doll, you could at least smile.
What is that?
You have lost the ability to smile?
You have been misused, kick at, mistreated, beaten and violated too many times for you to truly smile and mean it.
You have been stabbed in the chest several times to have any love left.
You have been lied to -more times than you can remember to trust at all.
You have been disappointed more times than you can count, to have any more tears left.
So, my suspicions are true.
You are rotting from the inside out.
Your wounds are deep within and cannot be treated.
You are broken
And you are still bleeding, hemorrhaging from the inside.
Your wounds are great.
However, your skin only seems to have scrapes and bruise easily heal with time.
For me to know this truth relieves me my rag-doll.
Oh, there's no need to worry my rag-doll.
I'm not looking to make you heart bleed.
You can keep you tears I don't need them.
I have no interest in your trust, it is worthless to me.
You see my rag-doll, unlike you I was made of expensive porcelain.
Unlike you I break with just one mishandle.
Unlike you I break in to tiny little pieces. Unlike you I need someone to collect and glue back together the porcelain pieces.
