Abandon at birth,placed in fear of the next fallowing days..
Growning up in pain..
taken by love yet haunted by hate,
caged in by jealously and still awaiting for some sort of care.
I sleep in horror of the dark things that come to take away my sanity one day at a time.
Filled with nothing and yet hold every emotion there is..only ..
Cursed to care too much it kills all hope.
Dieing to feel again, hoping for a kiss that brings back this dead and cold heart to life.
Killing time with thoughts of this and that, dreams that will only stay in my head.
Stripped of trust in all. The wounds only get so much deeper. I try my best to patch myself up. So many years have pasted now... and all I have become is a rag doll.
Torn and broken from seem to seem. Parts missing now and a place where my heart is ... is only spilling out.
no one to hold me. Just another object in life. A lost and forgotten friend. what will the next day hold for this doll of lost ambition for life?
no one really knows..
Lost all control now, and only messing things up. Why must it be so hard to live a simple and happy life?
Change is so difficult in some ways... only because the past is still around every corner in this sickening place I call home and known as my mind.
still taken by love and yet haunted by hate.
the cage of jealousy only getting smaller. still no one who is with opened arms..
but who could love such an ugly rag doll that is falling apart at the seems?...
No one.. not even her self.