Broken Doll

When I look in the mirror
I see a girl
A broken girl staring back at me.

She looks like a doll
Her skin gentle
But marred
Tainted,
Ruined, from the pain it endured.

Her eyes beautiful
But bloodshot,
Lifeless.
Glassy, from the tears it shed.

Her lips large
But ripped,
Torn.
Stained, from the words it spoke.

Her body strong
But fragile,
Weak
Broken, from the shuddering, heart-wrenching sobs it felt.

But her heart.
A porcelain jewel
Forever fragile
Forever taken

Forever broken.