Porcelain Grave

I wear a smile like a paper crown,

Hide the bruises underneath my gown.

They said, “Be quiet, play pretend,”

But silence only made it worse in the end.

My dollhouse burned with secrets sealed,

My mind’s a war I never healed.

They whisper sweet lies in my ear,

“You’re nothing, girl, just disappear…”

But I claw at the night with a voice they can’t kill,

I’m broken, yeah—but breathing still.

I’ve danced with my demons in porcelain graves,

They sang lullabies laced with razorblade praise.

Told me I’m worthless, better off dead—

But I lit a match with the tears I bled.

I’m not your toy, not your wreck, not your shame,

I’m the ashes that rose, I’m the girl with no name.

So keep your chains and your cursed regret,

I’m not done living just yet.

They dressed me up in candy lies,

Fed me guilt like apple pie.

Barbie smiles and empty threats,

Built a house with all my regrets.

I screamed in rhyme, I bit my tongue—

But silence cracked where scars begun.

They carved their hate into my skin,

“You’ll never win, so don’t begin.”

But every scar’s a spell I cast,

A ghost of pain that didn’t last.

I’ve danced with my demons in porcelain graves,

They sang lullabies laced with razorblade praise.

Told me I’m worthless, better off dead—

But I lit a match with the tears I bled.

I’m not your toy, not your wreck, not your shame,

I’m the ashes that rose, I’m the girl with no name.

So keep your chains and your cursed regret,

I’m not done living just yet.

Rocking horse spinning,

Clock hands thinning,

Every tick-tock screams,

“You’re still winning.”

Stitched-up soul in combat boots,

They tried to bury me in their roots—

But I’m blooming now.

Yeah, I’m blooming now.

I’ve danced with my demons in porcelain graves,

They kissed my neck while they dug my grave.

But I bit their lips and took back my breath—

Spat in the face of my own death.

I’m not your victim, I’m the storm instead,

I paint in blood, I dream in red.

So let them scream in the back of my head—

I’m alive, and I’m not done yet.

(Slow whisper, music fades)

“Better off dead?”

Not today.