You know, I'm perfectly fine with it.
You played me again and again like a toy.
Finally when I'm broken you toss me back into the toy box.
& you picked another doll. With a prettier dress, softer hair, smoother skin.
Once in a while you'll look back into the toy box
and maybe take a few glances at this broken doll.
Then, you slam shut the lid. Air-tight.
At first, it was hard to breathe.
At first, it was too dark to see.
At first, I thought that... I thought.
Betrayal.
I can't put myself in your shoes.
How can you hold a doll you only feel "responsibility" for?
Betrayal.