| Replacement Dahlia Pena So used by the boy I feel like a discarded toy. Only used when hes broken or missing nothing am i good for not even kissing. I have been replaced, or so it seems. Replaced by a toy that shines and gleams. I'll stay in that chest, content with those few times I cherish those moments, as much as my rhymes. I grow more sad with each passing day The feeling of being forgotten causing great dismay. I'm glad your happy, but I need a turn Or will I be burnt to ashes and placed in an urn? Placed on a mantel, no longer used, but still cherished To go back to being new, for that I've always wished. Discarded, misused, nothing of any real importance, Nothing left, not a single chance. I'm in the box for good Once, so proudly, I stood. But, now, I sit and weep This cliff I stand on is so very steep. Slowly toppling from the top This fall seems as if it will never stop. Down the spiral, still I fall, No one to turn to, no one to call. So this is where I say goodbye Lost to all, I utter a sigh. I'm sorry for all of those who cared I have no more energy left to spare. I'm done here, there's nothing to fear. As the knife begins to tear The pain I've grown to bare. The blood begins to flow The away the knife I throw. I cry inside And so I die Silently, pointlessly Behind closed doors where no one can see. I'm dead inside, Lost all my pride I've fallen beneath the waves Drowned too deep to be saved. The swells grow I'm tossed and thrown I try to swim, this body's too worn My bones grow stiff, my skin becomes pail, My mind goes crazy, I begin to flail. Struggling in vain All I feel is pain. Sinking into the deep Silence is left. It's all I keep. |