The Broken Doll
Tangled mass of locks and curls
Shriveled up in messy swirls.
Eyes of blue, so void of life;
Mirroring every death and strife.
Porcelain skin destroyed from grief.
Dead eyes searching for relief.
Movements so slow and so cracked.
The vision of a body slacked.
Lack of feeling through the veins
to fill the space from the pains.
Liquid shots to ease it all;
The broken doll about to fall.
A misery to feel alone.
A foul expression turned to stone.
Pills and drinks to disappear
The things that she has once held dear
Silence in the empty room;
The echoing of foretold doom.
A whisper that eggs her on;
She's almost done, almost gone.
The broken doll is on the floor.
Never shall she speak no more
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yes. In the last sentence there ARE two negatives
which isn't supposed to happen in English
but .... whatever :)