Boys Club Broken Doll

The Dolces broke me, but it doesn’t matter.

They shattered my body and soul, and when they were done, they left me for dead. But it doesn’t matter.
I lived, but that doesn’t matter, either. I don't care.

I don’t care about anything. Not even the one person I thought would never betray me, that I could always count on, the one person who always had my back.

Me.

I don’t matter.

Royal taught me that.

Now, a stranger tends me like the flowers in his garden, as if his touch can make me bloom again. He plays with me like a doll he pulled from the trash. He doesn’t want to fix me. He wants to turn me into someone else.

It doesn’t matter. I don’t care who I am.

So I let him.