A Shattered Doll Of Perfection

Black tears falling
Down her cheeks,
The pain eating away,
As it has done for weeks.
Blood falling down,
And endless tears flowing,
Walking dazed through this life,
Without ever knowing.
Arms and legs criss-crossed
With bloody trails,
Her mind and body shattered,
Her soul torn and frail.
Spending her life
Hiding deep inside,
No one understands her,
All the times she's died.
So she's falling and falling,
With no hope of peace,
And she'll struggle on through life,
With no hope of release.
Mascara smudged,
Crying on the floor,
More tears and more pain,
She can't take anymore.
A shattered doll of perfection,
Scarred and dirty porcelain,
She can't fight this any longer,
These feelings will win.

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