Where's your Dolly?
I can't remember who wrote this poem. so if you know, please mail me.
little child
wilted mind
come out and play
sticky lollipops
stuck in your hair
not as beautiful
as everyone told you
ARE YOU ?
glassy blue eyes
mangled and bruised body
torn up clothes
does'nt everything hurt
you scream
no-one can hear you
i laugh
cause i'm your thoughts
you're gonna be
hanging from a wire in your doll house
while i watch
you can't run to our
mommy and daddy
their greedy and bitching bodies
are rotting away
can't cry now
living really isn't your option anymore
you are a fuck up
what is that you're dieing of?
ISN"T THE END MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN THE BEGINING?
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