Tear at me selfishly, pull me about or toss me to the floor.
You will not see me shed a single tear because I don't care any more.
Treat me just like an old rag doll because I can't feel a thing.
But you can't controll me like a puppet bitch on a string.
Wind me up like a clock work toy just to try to get a reaction.
My cogs are jarred up and won't budge by even a fraction.
Force me back and close the latch like a terrifying jack in a box.
Forced into cramped darkness as the little latch locks.
Chuck me around and start throwing a childish fit now that i'm broken.
Like an old toy i'm unwanted after harsh words you have spoken.
You have changed, we have gone seperate ways and moved apart.
I was doomed to this treatment right from the start.
Metaphorically speaking my love, I was not built for your joy...
But you were the child who abused this perfect loving toy.
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