Pretty Dolls Always Get Thrown Away

i havn't made a poem in a long time so here:


There is a feeling deep within me.
I know I’m crazy, I know I’m just a stupid girl.
But these feelings never go away.
Sometimes I forget, or sometimes I just push them so deep it takes them a while to surface the middle of my stomach.
To hear the people scream at me makes these feelings twirl inside me and come to life.
I can feel a burning sensation ripping me apart.
I don’t want it to stop, I want to feel the tears run down my cheeks, and I want them to see how much they care.
I want to smile as someone gets hurt, and I want to smile in the dark, alone with no one reaching out to me.
I want to feel like everything is against me.
I am a demon, a fallen angel just waiting to burst into flames.
I feel like the daughter of Satan’s son.
I feel like I can’t control these feelings, but I can, but I don’t ever want to.
I want to smile showing razor sharp teeth, to see you bleed like I once did.
To see your pretty little face being torn apart by my laugh.
My glare burn your skin and my claws slide easily under flesh like the way you easily slide out of your clothes und under the blankest with him.
You’re such a doll, but dolls always get broken and thrown away. When you come to your senses that your child is crying out to you, it will say you just wasted your life. You look into the mirror and say you hate yourself, you’ll cut your smooth skin, and your pull out your hair.
He’ll leave you and your child while I just smile and say; it was just a mistake.
And when you go under the blade and give up, that is when you will feel what I feel.
When the world hates you, when I hate you, when he hates you, when you hate yourself, when you push the feelings down so deep you might just burst, when you forget who you truly are, and when you feel hideous and ugly.
When your make up doesn’t cover the scars, and the tears leave stains in your eyes, and the hair is a mess. You will relies that being alone and dyeing in the tub as your child cries, that being born is the most greatest mistake you can make, and death is the easiest escape. But, wouldn’t it be funnier to just lose your mind? And live your hateful life? Like me? I’m enjoying watching you from Hell being tortured by me like a doll… and it ain’t pretty my darling.
Pretty Dolls Always Get Thrown Away…