I stare at myself,
pieces of my cheek chipping off
i am slowly deteriorating
as broken dolls do
i sit in the corner, pondering when hope will come
pondering when i will be fixed
left in the dark, i see no light
my heart is empty, no longer bright
my light is a dim spark in the darkness of the room
i am a broken doll, slowly deteriorating, hoping one day
you'll reclaim me, and love me again