China Doll

Rose

18 Nov, 2015 01:49 AM
She is a china doll.
She has a protective shell, but she is fragile and empty.
Broken so easily, trying to fix herself with glue. 
She is a china doll.

She is a china doll.
She puts up a front to keep out the cold.
So weak and unloved that she must protect herself.
She is a china doll.

She is a china doll,
but her paint is chipping.
Her cracks are growing, and she finds it harder to hold on.
She is a china doll.

She is a china doll.
She is broken, but nobody cares.
She needed them, but they weren't there.
She is a china doll.

She is a china doll.
She has lost her paint,
her walls have crashed and her facade has fallen.
She has lost all order.
She wants to leave, sleep for while longer.
Wallowing in the memories that she has left.
Her smile stays, fake and stiff, but they don't notice.
They do not notice because they don't look.
If they looked closer, they would see the tear rolling down her delicate face.
She is a broken china doll, laying in pieces on the floor, where she will be left.

She is a china doll...
I am a china doll,
but now i'm in pieces.
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Derek says:
11 Dec, 2015 05:05 AM

Keep writing.

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