Daggers

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.