A doll's despair

From the heart.

I am a doll. A doll on a shelf. There was a time where I wasn't on this shelf. I remember that time. I would be played with every day. I would always be at her side. She smiled so brightly. That happiness imparted onto me. I was happy. Eventually I would be placed on this shelf. She would always come back. In those moments we played and she smiled. No longer was I always at her side. The waits between visits were longer. The time spent was shorter. She still smiled. So I was happy. Every time she left so did the happiness, slowly. That ever gnawing void of what once was hurt. It kept hurting but whenever she picked me up from my shelf. I would only smile back. Now she doesn't come back. Nothing but hurt. If someone was to find me on my shelf. They would see that I was happy. A reminder of what was now lost

Author's Note

I'm sorry if I put this under the wrong type of content. I wasn't sure what to put this under but wished to publicize my bleeding heart.

Reviews

[Relic]

Something put aside, forgotten about, an afterthought. Just like people in some relationships. Thy turn into memories and they're not taken serious anymore. How sad for the dolls of the world whose favorite person has left them on a shelf or in a trunk.