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I am like a rag doll
Coming apart
My seams are loose
I can't sew
It's all I can manage
To hold myself together
To keep from
Coming apart
Threads tied to mine
Tugging me to pieces
Away to distant places
Coming apart
Coming apart
Because I'm in love I'm
Coming apart
The seams split open
I no longer bleed
What spills out is worse
Anger and sadness
Jealousy and envy and sadness
Fear and selfishness and sadness
Almost neverending sadness
The black pigmentation stains
The rags that serve as skin
No blood is left
The sadness dried it up
I am a rag doll
With no eyes and no seams
Strewn across the floor
Coming apart
- by child_of_the_flame |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/09/2009 |
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- Title: Rag Doll
- Artist: child_of_the_flame
- Description: A short poem I wrote after a couple of months being the living dead. I feel like it's self explanatory, but I'd love to hear feedback.
- Date: 05/09/2009
- Tags: doll coming apart hopelessness
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Rainbow Colored Bandaids - 05/09/2009
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This is fabulous, it's really deep.
I KNOW PEOPLE WILL CALL THIS EMO.
But, it's not.
It's a story of a girl, who feels as if she's a doll.
No blood, nothing.
Just feelings.
Of hopelessness.
of agony.
Of pain.
This is wonderful.
I'd like to get to know you better...
Maybe we can work on poetry together sometime.
xoxo sierra. - Report As Spam