Please don't cry for me

I sit on a shelf
(only metaphorically)
and watch you shed tears
tears for a porcelain figure
who used to wait to die.

please don't cry for me
no one ever did before.

where the chest on the figurine
used to be
is a small, cracked shell

for each tear it cracks
a little more.

please don't cry for me
no one ever did before.

I cry when you cry
so please don't cry for me
no one ever did before.