She's a broken teddy scattered on the floor,
Her skin is ripped open and her heart is no more,
She has finished being played with,
And now has no where to live,
Her heart was broken and so was her mind,
Why did this happen she was always so kind,
The only way to get rid of the demons in her head,
Is to say good bye to the future ahead,
She lost a battle against her self,
And now is just a broken teddy left on the shelf.
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My poems
ŞiirThese are all my poems, most will be sad but maybe some will be happy, just dont be expecting a happy poem. ~shania
