Poetry

RazorBlade Dolls

I am not a happy girl

Or a sad little boy

Nor am I some emotionless toy

I am a little boy who plays with dolls made of razors

The cut and they kill

But I hold them tight still

There beaten and worn

And have seen fare worse pain

So I let all their poison drain out into my veins

But they make me braver

Better in every way

So I will listen to all they say

I will hold them tight for all eternity

Until they walk away

But until then I'll stay