I used to feel safe when you held me,
Now all there is left is anxiety. 
The tears that flow aren’t from a hard spank,
But because your affection for me has shrank. 

I cannot win, even when I try.
I end up useless in your eyes. 
Bruised and battered, a fuckdoll broken
From devastating words you’ve chosen. 

There is little thrill, instead there’s fear
Of what you’ll do to me here. 
I don’t want to stay, I don’t want to go.
I miss the man I used to know. 

I know my submission is true. 
Which is why I serve you. 
But what I get isn’t dominance or mastery. 
It’s empty pain, and I’m left in misery. 

My worth is little more than a masturbatory aid,
Left broken, legs openly splayed. 
Covered in your emotional wounds. 
Sleep can never come too soon.