I feel like a broken toy
Taken out of box
Examined
Prodded
Then shoved recklessly back into a package
Shipped back to the factory
The factory being my own mind
Surrounded by my own insecurities
Depression and anxieties
And thats why my love language is touch
Tactile sensation
Letting me know I won't just be thrown out
But you don't even do that
So I wait
Until you ship me back to that factory
©diana_b
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