

One day... I’ll find someone who loves me a whole lot. Someone who gets deeply hurt if I cry. Someone who holds me and kisses my tears away. Someone who writes me poems, writes paragraphs about me, and wants to be around me 24/7 no matter how clingy I am. Someone who doesn’t get attracted to anyone else but me. Someone who won’t leave me crying in the dark under my blankets. Someone who won’t shove me and push me and bruise me. Someone who won’t get wasted and call me awful names. Someone who won’t stare emotionless at me while I’m crying. Someone who won’t make me want to “k” word myself. Someone who can’t sleep at night unless they’re holding me. Someone who would never raise their voice at me. Someone who really loves me.
But I’m a wound that has healed with thicker skin now. And I can’t feel a single gentle touch anymore.
Now I’m really a doll.
One that doesn’t feel.
And I dream of being a real girl again someday.
💔