playthings

losing everything will leave you empty. losing almost everything will leave you shattered.

just a little plaything
break me now it's over.
leave me lying dead here.
well, doll, you've broke your toy, dear.
well, ma'am, i've lost my hope here.
condemned to the dusty shelf
all by my lonely self.
sit and pray to god, hear
but he will never call here
this is a desolate wasteland
up upon this child's shelf.
grubby little hands take
take and break and restate
all the awful lies here
make them sound like truths, fear
my sanity is failing
my hope in you is bailing
and suddenly here.
i've. lost. my. soul.
to this little mirror.
it hisses at me nicely.
tells me all about me.
is my other ear, dear,
and it knows what you've been saying
about me.
it knows all your lies dear
it knows how you try dear!
try to make it seem okay
try to make it ALL GO AWAY.
but your plan has failed dear
the voices still reside here.
and they are louder every minute
and they make me want to say this
but i'll hold my tongue in silence
so god will never find us
we are just the playthings
broken, shattered, nothings
sent upon this dusty shelf...

Author's Note

the line "my hope in you is bailing" bothers me, but i wanted it to rhyme with the line above it and didn't want to reuse failing. any suggestions? thanks!