Tea Party Under the Bed

All these thoughts running around my head in a sadistic fashion sitting me down and force feeding misery to the shallow doll that is me. What a tea party, what a way to spend my days under the bed with the other broken dolls What a gathering of emptiness Nobody wants a broken doll Im unfixable Caress my madness with a jagged blade cutting it out of me with that smile on your face, the crooked mouth and face twisting as i shut my eyes to hide within myself whilst everything outside of me is decaying. What a wonderful smile you dont have what a way to spend my time thinking about nothing My thoughts hurt the swelling of blackouts elapses Blackout.....blackout completely.