You’ve ripped out my eyes and replaced them with old buttons and I can’t see

My legs are filled with sand, heavy and useless now

It’s terrifying, this new body I have

I can feel you stitching, always sewing and then ripping out my seams

I am but your ragdoll

Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Creative Writing, Depression, Grief, Infertility, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, Poetry, PTSD, Self Esteem, Sexual Abuse, Suicide, Writing

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