May 15th, 2018 by BrokenHysteria

I’m a teapot with a ribbon
My carrier had hard scratchy hands
He broken my handle
I have to be carried now
My carrier had nails that are like claws
Scratched my surface until liquid ran through my walls
She burned herself
Stained my ribbon
So here I rust
Forced to withstand a burden
The drug lord now fills me
But not of liquid
Of drugs to stifle my crying
I’m perfect to fill
Rusty, unwanted, silent yet a teapot that no one will check
I was hit with a bang
Cannot hear
Losing sight
I will be an object
Soon to rot
With no soul
With nothing to write

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