Doll who watches

It waited there on her wooden dresser,
sitting on the jewelry chest,

Waiting for her father's presence,
trying not to cry, its best,

It watches as she sits there,
it knows what she is thinking,

"Why to me, a little girl?
Daddy, why the beating?"

Oh, the pain he puts her through
as she withers in her blood,

and all this time he's being watched
by the eyes that never flood,

The tears it wishes it could cry,
but will never leave its face,

It wishes it could help her
and always keep her safe,

after all her father's beatings,
she finally has a plan,

buised and bleeding she walks to her window,
on the edge of sanity she will stand,

And all this time, a face is watching,
the only she can trust,

she talked to it when her tears fell,
when the pain was just to much,

And now it watches as the girl will jump,
from her father and it all,

as she hit the ground with a sickening crack,
only heard by her watching doll

*decided to get creative..not my best. but please review*