the breaking point

porcelain

I'm a  porcelain doll I'm empty inside with some lifeless look on my face. It fells nice when they say I'm pretty and nice  but if they seen the chipped paint and cracks in me they wont stay I'm to much work to keep together to fix to polish. So i hide the cracks but they get bigger and deeper and now I'm gust whating to brake into pieces that well be thrown away. I have friends but if they seen the real "me" they would not know how to fix me. I wish for some random person o can a stranger fix me a unseen face do it or will his methods make me worse. Will i run away from the few that wish to help or will they brake me first. I can never tell if I'm using others or there using me but if there using me as long as I'm helping them. I don't care my users safety, happiness and care come before  my own care is all i can do and i smile as I'm used and thrown away. I wonder if i have a soul a hart but im hole and empty. I wish i could be saved  but at this point there's nothing to save. I don't deserve it save those how deserve it.