I, a living doll,
have skin like cracked porcelain,
pale pink and splitting.

I, a living doll,
lay lifeless on the floor.
Palms facing upwards,
toes pointing to the ceiling,
eyes forced shut.

I, a living doll,
am everything he ever wanted.

I stay still,
breathing in and out,
mouth closed
legs open,
blood stains underneath me.

I, a living doll,
am dead inside.