rag doll

By
twisted within the depths of this heart
my word is my own
sincere about lifes true end
waiting for them to pull ever which way
dropping to the ground as if there was nothing i can do
scared to see what i might find
emotions torn and all worn out
everything seems to fall apart
i can be your puppet
the thing you use ever so pleasingly
following in your every foot step
only once in a crack i can call my own
but had to recover and remain here for you
im a little survivor of your hope and trust
seeking more than one way out.
wishing to find someone else like myself
to figure a new way out.





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