Rag Doll

A flash of flesh-cutting silver
as your heart crumples to black.
Scared, sick
Thrown to the wind like trash.
A useless doll, never loved
Buried in the toy box,
crushed in the closet,
tied into a plastic bag
and left to suffocate.
Never enough
Never good enough
Unwanted, unneeded
hoping someday,
somebody will love you.
tangled yarn braids and
weak button eyes,
held on with the same cheap thread
that keeps you tied together.
Clothes are simple and stitched on
No one found you important enough
for something beautiful.
the string wears away from
the weight of loneliness.
Someday, they'll find you
your thread unraveled
a doll in pieces.
And they'll throw you away
with a few fake words.
"What a shame."
"She was such a pretty doll."
"If only someone had loved her."
They'll bury you still half-alive,
your button eyes blank, empty,
their spirit long gone.
The people who threw you away
won't even remember.
You're another piece of garbage,
fragments of dust scattered by a breeze.
They'll smash you, finish you.
The doll is gone.