Little Porcelain Girl; not true, just a poetic moment...

Her porcelain coloured skin,
cold and depressed,
shakin by the unwantedness of her partner.

shell sit there in wonder with the word why on her tongue,
she wont say it,
cuz her partner is gone.

shaking and crying she finally stands,
and to her surprise she cant feel her legs,
shed been there too long.

she gets the feeling back and starts to walk,
it doesnt matter to her which direction,
shes unwanted.

knowing maybe someone may see her,
she jumps off the bridge,
into pure emptyness.

she failed at living,
she failed at loving,
but succeeded in getting wanted.

but it was a little too late,
she jumped off the bridge,
and died almost instantly.