Broken Babydoll

The walls are stained white
The hardwood floors are cold
The broken windows let it wind
That makes the soul ice cold.

The entire room is a disaster
Blood stains the bed
But in the corner of the room
Lays the Broken Babydoll on the bed.

The doll is her life story
Shattered and broken inside
The Babydoll's once blue eyes
Have became dull because of the lies.

Her dress is stained in blood
The gun is beside her bed
The girl takes her final breath
And BOOM! She's already dead.

Laying right beside her
In the pool of blood
Lays the Broken Babydoll
Just as she should.

The girls soul is finally free
And the dolls appearance has changed
Her eyes are sparkling blue again
And a smile is on her face.