Literature
Voodoo Doll
Here I fall broken,
My heart shattered and torn.
Holding my hair in fist fulls,
Screaming in despair.
All I do is scream your broken name,
With my broken voice.
The tears start to flow as I moan in anguish,
The pain driving me into insanity.
Sanity being the killer,
As I stay victimized.
Why can't we let go?
Why do I have to be the one who is suffering.
I bite my tongue until I taste the blood,
To stop the screaming terror.
I claw at my hair,
Until I here each individual snap.
Just tearing it all away,
Like I wish I could do to you.
You make me hurt,
You make me burn.
But to you,
I'm just a insignificant doll.
One you