January 16th, 2019
My depression is dormant
Resting in hibernation
But it stays consistent
Like the seasonal migration
It’s like a wild animal
Waiting to pounce
It’s trying to take over
But I won’t renounce
It sneakily slithers
When I’m unaware
And nothing can save me
From my psychological warfare
So I self destruct
And I start a stampede
I might be beaten down
But I refuse to concede
January 15th, 2019
Let’s go back
To a story that never started
Where a porcelain toy
Wasn’t left broken hearted
Let’s go back
To memories that don’t exist
Because the bruises never formed
At the hands of angry fists
Let’s go back
To when you didn’t drink the bottle
It fell empty on its own
And you’re still a perfect role model
Let’s go back
To when you didn’t let me down
You must have told me you were moving
Before you left town
Let’s go back
To when our family was defined
And I will delete what never happened
From the archives of my mind
January 7th, 2019
I grew up in a Dollhouse
That I left behind
I’m too old to play games
And there is no rewind
I can’t go home
Because all of it was fake
And just because I’m not porcelain
Doesn’t mean that I don’t break
They can’t fix me in a workshop
Because I’m no longer a Doll
And no matter what they tell me
One pill can’t cure it all
Doll Poetry 