The lost beauty

Here she is torn, with ripped bones 
With all her fading desires
Waiting to be lost before she burns
And waiting to be left alone.

She is trying to cover herself but
Realizes what's left is just fantasy
Questioning why? then she remembers;
For what was mine never belong to me.

Bruises and cuts no more hurt
Her heart's pain is more unbearable
The world that broke her into pieces
Now's complaining that this doll's no more playable.