Tuesday, August 23, 2005
I am a broken doll
Average i am no more
On the outside i am perfection
But my heart is bruised and sore
They call me broken doll
Because of my broken heart
My heart broke long ago
Now it's in two parts
The only visible sign of hurt
Is the sadness in my eyes
No one knows how i feel
My smile is my disguise
I am a porcelain doll
With a very broken heart
My thought's were the weapons that broke it
Now it's in two parts
So sweet looking on the outside
But inside angry and sour
Why must i watch such tragedy
Every day hour by hour
Placed here on this window still
Looking down on the city below
I see all the madness and misfortune
That the city has to show
Old ladies being mugged and battered
Children being shot
Men sleeping in cardboard boxes
In empty parking lots
Inside my tears are falling
Continuously
Non stop
My broken heart gets heavier
With every single drop
Inside my broken heart
I'm swimming in my tears
For it's thinking of the tragedy
I've witnessed through the years
I am a broken doll
Who'll be broken evermore
On the outside i am perfection
But my heart is bruised and sore
by: let it bleed
cindy-ave-kelly (:
8/23/2005 08:33:00 PM
