Broken Doll

i am small
and needy

I

want

to

SCREAM

I swear to god the universe is fucking with me on purpose.

I finally feel something.  My withered soul was just starting to breathe again.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt anything enough to cry.

Clearly someone’s telling me to just go back into my hole and stay there.

“You know the problem with fair-weather friends?  They’re never around with an umbrella when it rains.”

The distance between me and him yawns lightyears across. I am dull and blank and feeling through thick dirty cotton. Unplugged. The more disconnected I am from the world, the more disconnected I am from myself.

My sexuality is dying and I think I will stop loving everything, anything, soon. The fire is out.

some things are worse than death.

Kinky holiday stocking.

Yeah. I remember last Yule I was begging for the light to return.

I’m still waiting.