cut me with nothing, but a look

bleed me through and through

leave not a drop, nothing left to spill

paper skin, with shallow scratch

china doll, with slight crack

fragile cover, breaks so easily

envelopes me not so well, like in past

i have nothing left but tears

not from pain, just frustration

i never used to break so easily

how'd i become a bleeder?

how do you live as a china doll?

careful how you look at me,

your gaze might just cut me too