Abandoned Life

Tears stream down a porcelin face.
Unwilled, unwanted, but needed.
Sobs rack through a fragile body,
cracking a doll like exterior.

Alone in my room, I watch from a far.
I see so many lives fade.
Alone in my room, I see so much pain,
I know what waits for me.

I see what I strive towards,
so close, so near.
Yet away does it walk,
leaving its tears.

If any hope is left,
I can not yet see,
because my house has gone dark,
with shadows of eternity.