Burned

I look and see them

laughing and smiling,
And I look at myself

and see absolutely nothing.
 

I see a pile of ashes
but nothing burning,
for the pain within
has already been hurting.

He hasn’t even noticed

The sad tears I shed,

On the outside I am happy

But on the inside I am dead.

What am I
Am I just a toy,
Forgotten and broken
Left behind by a boy.

 

I don’t understand why
It seems that he enjoys it,
Watching me scream and cry
And die slowly bit by bit.

It seems like he
Is not concerned,
By the fact that
I have been burned.
 

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