Doll House
TW: drugs
(Edited)
Crash
The bat swings
Knocking down several vases
Rage fueled by dope
Screams
Echoing throughout the house
Bouncing off the walls
Covered in photos filled with
Artificial happiness
Cries of pain and sorrow
Hoping for something better
To feel loved
But that seems impossible
Moans
Saturated in betrayal
Mother doesnât know even if she did
She wouldnât care
Sheâs busy trying to create
A picture perfect family
Nobody knows
How toxic we are
Nobody knows
How broken we are
Cause weâre just to good at playing
Doll house