• Your hands are at my throat,
    But tears may be the reason I choke,
    Before your hands steal my air.
    "Rag doll" is what they whisper in my ear.
    As the eyes watch you drag me,
    Across the floor.
    All my bones are broken,
    And my skin is burned with your foot print.
    If this is what love is,
    Then let me fall another direction.
    I need you to let go of my throat,
    Pick me up off the floor,
    And find a new place to pace...
    That is not my bones.
    My feelings are here too,
    They are screaming out in pain,
    But hers are much more important.
    She feels bad.
    I feel destroyed.
    But what does it matter?
    I would much rather drown in my tears,
    Then be destroyed in your arms.