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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