I am a broken doll
i feel as if i havent a perpose in the world
i am happy at times
but
it doesnt last long
but thoese moments i hold dear to my heart
i think of those in my hard times,
the times when all i do is walk in the dead silent rooms,
and the wispers uproar
i know they talk about me,
they spread those false rumors.
happening for years
everytime i shed tears
sick of crap
i want it all to end.
cutting doesnt take away the pain
i wish i can find that cure
to take it all away.
i am the broken doll
the one you find
at the bottom of your closet
or in the box in the attic
the one you put away long ago.
nobody can reapir this broken doll,
nobody can cure the doll from a broken heart.
