poetry, trauma, physical and mental health implications

i am a broken doll
filled with spite and shards of glass
shattered porcelain flesh a patchwork of scars,
surgery and self-hate

i was like you once
a person full of optimism
my heroes made me this way
too shattered to expose them

i will never be human again
not that i really was before
all i am, was, and will ever be
a toy for you to break

break me
please
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