The Doll

She was very innocent...

she was so pure....

she was alittle cute doll...

she was loved all around her...trusted all of them...she saw only the good of them...

she was so honest, kind, and sweet.........

But....Alas...All were deceiving pictures...Suddenly, she discovered the truth,the whole truth.

she broke down, crushed deep down inside her heart...

Her heart became dark, empty, dreary, lonely, creepy, cloistered and afraid of the unknown...

Her soul became weak and cold...

Everyday, she holds her weaker soul, wounded heart... and walks beside her fear crying and hoping to reach that safe side of that awful world...but, without hurting once again..



With every sunrise,she wake up with a hope to run away, reach that light...hold it tight within her small hand...breath the soft and nice wind......and keep it save inside her empty soul....

to fly happily with birds to breath freedom and to take off every fetter......

At these moments, she feels herself so strong, she feels like if she can just fly away.....so so far..to make her own world...






But, with every sunset, she starts to cringe deep down inside her soul..feeling her heart bleeding from remembering the past which insist to push her door and take the life potion...to come back and live forever inside her mind and heart...just for the sake of destroying what is left of her life.........she cringe so much with her knees hugs her chest... ties herself up with that dark corner in her room which is getting smaller much more and more...




Between her sunrise & her sunset...she feels loss, death, and gets lost.....hoping to find that secret which will be her relief......BUT WHERE!!!!!!!