Porcelin doll

The porcelain doll you were told not to touch,
This doll would only break you knew this much,
It would shatter like glass,
So why the hell did you touch her ass?

The porcelain doll crashed to the ground,
You could hear her scream but was not found,
You laughed and said something crazy,
Now her world is hazy,

Her dress of beauty now covers her body in parts,
Including her blackened heart,
Shes now useless and shall be thrown away,
And her beautiful dress will start to fray,

But the doll is real and starts to cry,
Cause all she had will soon die,
She shall be pushed into the depths of a bin,
Her sanity lies very thin,

Her head is cracked and her world's coming down,
But all anyone does is frown and frown,
The tears of pain in her eyes of blue,
All from the stain of you,

Her blonde hair all a tangle,
All the images are a mangle,
She turns from white to dark,
You've left this infernal mark. . .