Sta.sh
My hands are tied.
My ankles bound.
No tears are wiped whenever I cried.
I was not allowed to make any sound.
On my marionette strings,
He pull and he tug.
Manipulating me,
As he forced me to move.
My mouth stitched shut,
Unable to speak or cry.
He locked me in the dark,
Leaving me alone to rot and die.
In the corner I sit,
All alone in the dark.
No noise was made,
Not even a single peep.
I start to break,
As my arms fall off.
Just hanging in there,
Right now for no one's sake.
It seems hopeless,
I am about to fall apart.
A last tear fell from my cheek,
I am a doll with a broken heart.
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