Life is so Bittersweet

A porcelain doll stands in the window skin so pale, so frail, and so flawless. Those who pass by, are struck by her beauty She is PERFECT in their eyes, What they don’t know is that she’s not. Underneath her frail and pale skin lies the truth of her existence. What was once scars from her life, have brought life to the drawings on her arms. The sketched on smile that everyone sees holds no emotions. She has lost her hope in society but most of all she has lost hope in her. What was once so warm is now dark and cold. Hollow inside, no soul, no warmth, no life they have broken her down Judged her very existence in this world lost it all, for all eternity Cast into solitude Queen of silent suffocation carrying the cross she turned into a curse lost in the arms of destiny. Giving up on the ghost of love Can you break this bittersweet spell? Oh how I wanted you, I needed you.