A little doll
Whit black eyes
If it wars real
I think it would cry
Everyone thinks it’s cute
But I see sadness
In that empty look
I throw it away
Into the closet
I couldn’t stand it anymore
I sat on my bed
The thoughts where
Killing my head
And then it hit me
I hate that doll
Because it was me
Those empty eyes
The sorrow they hide
I think it should be easy to see
But no one sees it
Sees the doll
Sees me…

 
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