Molded By Your Hands

Dear Creator; This is Tenacious. Please kill me.

Inspired by destruction,
you form legs, 
two legs to hold up the broken, 

to strengthen the wobbly,

and to move the frozen girl.
You made me to beckon to you.
Created with your hands,
my body is formed and
the girl stands,
the girl walks,
the girl stands in your love.
But you never loved her. 
You molded her to follow,
to do
to be.
and you created this monster from the broken pieces of me.
I need to be broken again.
To find a safer,
Sane way to put myself back together.
but now i just need you.
I need you to say my nickname,
even if its to say goodbye,
I need that closure,
I need this lie.
Dear creator,
my beautiful king.
I ask you to kill me,
This monster I can't be.
Im going insane.

Author's Note

Very quickly written,