I Still Love You

Pretty porcelain doll sits on her shelf.
No one sees her sitting there
for she goes unnoticed.
She just sits there
beautiful but lifeless,
wishing someone could hear her cries.
She's all alone,
no one to love her,
no one to hold her when she's broken.
Her eyes scream to be heard,
but no one cares enough to listen.
Eventually she will crack and break
unleashing her darkness from within.
If only someone could see her perfect smile is fake.
If only someone knew.
Pretty porcelain doll just sits on her shelf.
Unwanted.
Unloved.
Forgotten.