I am velcro 
against your blanket
of heat,
clinging to you
just to be
complete.
I am sick,
so sick
with this
poison disease.
I am still 
on the floor,
I am still
begging please.

I tiptoe
round chances
there might be
a way
and I'm dying
to go
yet I hunger
to stay.
You show me
the door,
that there is
a way out
but I drown
in the whispers,
the remembered
doubt.

They do not see 
that I've lost
all control
because I'm not
quite human,
I'm more of a 
doll.
They do not know
'bout the name
in my heart.
Pretty delusions
are part
of their 
art.

I just keep
bleeding
and only
you see.
No one else
blinks 
at the
daggers
in me.
I breathe
with secrets
never to be
shared.
I am still 
just a shadow,
I am still
unrepaired.