The free box lies in the Corner of the garage, Where the crickets and the Spiders and the raccoons live, And the doll is slouched in the corner, With more dirt on her than the garage floor. Her hair is without color, Her eyes without life, As she stares up at the innocent Garage salers who rarely give her a Second glance. She’s in the free box; Why would anyone bother? She’s been abused and neglected, Despised and rejected, And she’s finally done with it all. She’s in the free box; Why would anyone bother?
this was written at a time when I wasn't in such a good place; I am doing much better now and I'm hoping to write more :)