A doll that speaks whenever she wants
A doll that says what she's thinking
A doll that doesn't let others control her
I was that doll
I spoke my mind
I did what I wanted
But
People don't like that doll
The doll seems pushy
The doll seems annoying
The doll seems stubborn
So the doll is thrown against a wall
The doll is dropped down the stairs
The doll is given away and away until she doesn't know where she is anymore
The doll used to speak
But now
The doll is broken
And only speaks about the minor things
I was a doll that spoke my mind and controlled my own life
Now I am a broken doll that speaks in stuttered sentences that carry no meaning
And still
No one wants me
Nobody wants a doll with an entire life already planned
And nobody wants a doll that has nothing at all
YOU ARE READING
Blood Stains
Poetry*trigger warning* I'm lost•I'm broken•I'm hurt•I'm sorry ~the ones marked "x" are about my struggle with food and eating~
