A doll and its burial

A doll,
Lays on the middle of her floor,
As it shall be played with no-more,
A life it had lived no-longer in control.
Of coarse a doll cannot live,
A friendship though;
Between a young girl and her doll,
A life of happiness it fulfilled,
Until the day her friend was killed.
A doll,
Lays still,
A room,
A long way to fall,
From a shelf into doom...
A shattered head,
The dolls porcelain face,
Covered in the young girls blood,
As the she rests on her cold bed,
Never to be found...
As her arms and legs are bound,
And a hole is already dug,
Awaiting her body to hug...
It's precious earth soil,
We're her body will spoil,
With her broken doll,
As her treasure,
It lays with her,
It lays underground for eternity,
Such a waste of life, pity.