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.
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