Who am I?

I was a cloth doll

Innocent and loved.

 

Then came the rough players,

Ripping me at the seams

Getting under my skin.

 

I was a doll,

Torn and broken

I had wounds hidden where people couldn't see.

 

Then I was alone,

Bleeding in the dark

Crying to ears that couldn't hear.

 

I was a doll,

Almost empty

Having already spent everything I had.

 

Then came gentle hands,

Patching my skin

Refilling me with care.

 

I was a doll,

Remolded and patched

Stronger than before.

 

Who am I?

I am a survivor

Torn, ripped and patched again.