Imperfect Puppet

And as she breathes
She remembers that little girl she used to be
Smiling and happy
She was awakened and free.

She shuts her eyes
And clenches her fist
And places her razor blade
On top of her wrist.

She makes an incision
And with razor blade kisses
She bleeds for the little girl
She so badly misses.

"Why aren't I happy?
This isn't me
I'm not that girl
My parents wanted me to be."

She smashes her mirror
And with all the pieces
She stabs them in her chest
As her heart rate increases.

She picks up her needle
And threads through her lips
And cris-crosses her razor
All over her hips.

Again she uses her needle
Attaches strings to her hand
Though she is bleeding
She makes herself stand.

She grabs the rope
And makes it into a noose
Terrified and shaking
She's not used to this abuse.

She breathes in deeply
And puts the rope around her neck
It will be hours until
Her parents come and check.

Her body is still bleeding
She's running short of air
Her family is going to miss her
But she really doesn't care.

She carries on choking
She's been hanging for a while
On strings her hands flutter limply
And her lips are stitched into a smile.

Through the shattered mirror
The little girl stares back
Though her arms are bleeding
And her eyes are painted black.

"No!" The little girl screams
Her wrists start bleeding some more
Her face turns so pale
She drops down dead onto the floor

Her heart now feels so empty
She's now so alone
Her feelings are forgotten and dead
Perished with the girl she'd once known.

She can see the headlines now
'A crazy suicide'
'A human doll was made'
'Teenage girl has died.'

She's so close to death
And she already loves it
All that's left of her now
Is her imperfect puppet.