Toy
Give me the blade
Watch the blood rush out
Put me on a pedestal
Watch me crack under pressure
Cause we all know this is your doing
Pulling and pushing till i’m small
Touching me till im nothing but hand prints
I watch your eyes as you force me to be quiet
Hushed when someone asks whats wrong
You call my name as if i’ll go
Crimson red in the shape of your words
Carving till you throw me out
As i become one of your toys
Don’t say your innocent
As your face appears in my dreams
Whispering sweet nothings as i become perfect
Becoming the toy you prayed i would be
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