Broken Doll
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
952
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Broken Doll
My deep, dark poem.
Broken Doll
cut out my eyes
burn my skin
ravange my soul
distroy my love
banish my happyness
turn my blood to ice
running cold threw my veins
scares cuts and bruses
break my heart
into a thousand pices
terminate my friends
that use to hold me close
take away all my loves
make my blood run colder
hang my wrists
from th bed posts
strip my body
with dagger sharp fingers
force yourself upon me
take as you wish
do iain ain and again
distort my mind
feeling pain always
never any pleasure
your forceful kisses
your stained hands
ripping and taking
as you see fit
upon my skin
more cuts scares and bruses
you say you hate me
want me dead
kill what you hate
but yet you don\'t
yu kep me close
under lock and key
I\'m your own twisted pleasure
hurt and sbused
you call me bitch
whore and slut
every name in the book
words heard every day
stain my ears eyes and body
you fuck me fore me
take what was once mine
you say kill yourself
I\'m nothing but a whore
but yet every time
you stop me from doing so
you call it weakness
ending your own life
but the only reason I live
is to be forced by you
your twisted little games
to be your puppet
your little broken doll
beaten and raped
locked in a small dark room
no bed or clothes
beaten and bloody
hurt and abused
I\'m just a little broken doll
who needs to be healed
cut my hair
shave it all off
scares from whips
upon my back
bruses on my wrists
from forceful hands
burns on my hands
from red hot flames
no life or love
just and empty shell
yes yes no emotion
body with no soul
hallow and empty
as the sands of time
call me ugly
a face scared by time
but even as a broken doll
I\'m still pretty
what you say
I don\'t belive
my skin scared and burnt
body violated and abused
broken heart and ravanged soul
but still beautiful
in my eyes
you call me hidisious
with the face of a monster
beauty only skin deep
and I\'m still strong
I might be scaed
I might be broken
but I\'m still beautiful
in my own way
my may may die
but I\'m still pretty
I might be a broken doll
but my beauty remains
when life becames death
an after life worth while
I\'m still pretty
bit I\'m still a broken doll
Broken Doll
cut out my eyes
burn my skin
ravange my soul
distroy my love
banish my happyness
turn my blood to ice
running cold threw my veins
scares cuts and bruses
break my heart
into a thousand pices
terminate my friends
that use to hold me close
take away all my loves
make my blood run colder
hang my wrists
from th bed posts
strip my body
with dagger sharp fingers
force yourself upon me
take as you wish
do iain ain and again
distort my mind
feeling pain always
never any pleasure
your forceful kisses
your stained hands
ripping and taking
as you see fit
upon my skin
more cuts scares and bruses
you say you hate me
want me dead
kill what you hate
but yet you don\'t
yu kep me close
under lock and key
I\'m your own twisted pleasure
hurt and sbused
you call me bitch
whore and slut
every name in the book
words heard every day
stain my ears eyes and body
you fuck me fore me
take what was once mine
you say kill yourself
I\'m nothing but a whore
but yet every time
you stop me from doing so
you call it weakness
ending your own life
but the only reason I live
is to be forced by you
your twisted little games
to be your puppet
your little broken doll
beaten and raped
locked in a small dark room
no bed or clothes
beaten and bloody
hurt and abused
I\'m just a little broken doll
who needs to be healed
cut my hair
shave it all off
scares from whips
upon my back
bruses on my wrists
from forceful hands
burns on my hands
from red hot flames
no life or love
just and empty shell
yes yes no emotion
body with no soul
hallow and empty
as the sands of time
call me ugly
a face scared by time
but even as a broken doll
I\'m still pretty
what you say
I don\'t belive
my skin scared and burnt
body violated and abused
broken heart and ravanged soul
but still beautiful
in my eyes
you call me hidisious
with the face of a monster
beauty only skin deep
and I\'m still strong
I might be scaed
I might be broken
but I\'m still beautiful
in my own way
my may may die
but I\'m still pretty
I might be a broken doll
but my beauty remains
when life becames death
an after life worth while
I\'m still pretty
bit I\'m still a broken doll