She was a doll just waiting to be loved, she'd watch all the people as they walked by her, they never glanced her way, never gave her the time of day, she wonder why no one noticed her, she saw someone come towards her, they picked her up before sitting her back down, I don't want this one it's broken they said, broken? She thought how was she broken? She looked at herself in the mirror to see what they meant, her eyes were different where the other dolls had happiness in their eyes she had sadness, where the others have big smiles she had a sad one, where the others had pure porcelain skin she had cracks, she sees it now she is broken, she sits on her shelf watching everything move around her, this was her life watching others get picked to be loved, while she is nothing more then a broken doll unworthy of that same love.
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Dark Poetry
Poetryjust some poems I wrote when I'm feeling low or in a dark place, my poems help me cope with my depression and other mental problems it also helps me from going all the way down in my dark times. these poems are dark, depressing and some have suici...
