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Small as a doll
In my silver and white dress
Skin as white as blank paper
Innocent and pure
So soft to touch
Yet so easy to break
Red, red lips painted so perfectly
With eyes drenched in color blue
You tempt me again
From the cupboard you keep me in
You tempt me into bed
Tell me I make this shit up in my head
You hit me hard
So hard it doesn’t bruise my skin
I cry out in pain
And you hit me again
Each day you break me
Leaving another crack in my white skin
The sun shines through the closed curtain
The only outside world I see
You tempt me again
From the cupboard you keep me in
You tempt me into bed
Tell me I make this shit up in my head
Every time I can
I try to inch further away
All alone I try to escape
Yet every time I return to you
You put me in that damned cupboard
And I am imprisoned again
Wanting to wake from this nightmare
A dream that comes true everyday
Again you’ve tempt me
From the cupboard you keep me in
You tempt me into bed
Do I make this shit up in my head?