China Doll
Heart: divided.
Thoughts: confused.
Love: provided.
Emotions: misused.
Mind: illusioned.
She stares distantly at the world around her,
Ready to break.
Her life in the hands of a sneaky snake.
It wraps and it coils,
As her blood boils.
Why is she still alive?
She asks herself every day.
A broken past and a shattered future.
She puts her life
In the hands of a knife.
Like a china doll, she sits.
Fragile and ready to break into bits.
Hollow inside, with no emotion.
Sitting on the tides of life, even though life isn't an ocean.
The first one she thinks of as she sits there, still dead,
Is not the one she should.
Her love is a fake one, given out of despair.
And now that she's in it, she has broken into further disrepair.
Dirt and Grime cover her china doll face,
And she forces a new personality to take her place.
Yet the scars are still there, upon her wrist.
She will forever remember this twist.
Her head hurts from all the noise,
She doesn't like the confusion.
She tries to block out all the commotion,
And in doing so she blocks any emotion.
This pretty little china doll wants to close her eyes,
And dream for all of Eternity.