Ripping At The Seams

-Note: I"m having a hard time Spitting out a decent line.-

He's ripping you apart from the seams that once held something very dear.
Now you're lying on the floor; cold and scarred; you are stiff and unmovable.
His calloused hands caress the torn limbs of that doll you press against your chest.
He opens his little box of horrors as chills run up and down your spine; but what you do not realize is he's stroking the doll's back.
In the corner of your eye you see a sharp object; And suddenly there's a pain in your chest where the doll once was.
As the pain runs its course and the sharpness is more noticeable you begin to think.
All those days of self-arm and pity parties seem meaningless now that you've experienced a permanent pain.
He leads you to broken hearts and promises that aren't meant to be kept.
You pull away for color and beauty; Happiness in a one way direction. He pulls you in a different one.
You broke the strings, lying on the floor gasping for breath and losing consciousness.
Eventually all control will be in his calloused hands... and his little box of horrors will get bigger
As he stuffs the doll inside your eyes roll back and you scream in pain.
He laughs; You are silent.