Beautiful little doll, always so caring, always putting everyone else before herself.
Doing any little thing within her means to bring a smile to another for it is there she finds her purpose, be it peace; joy; pleasure; or pain. Gladly morphing, changing, to give that solace to another; for in doing so she finds her own.
Yet still, every day a struggle, just to breath; ever night a battle field, just to see the next day.
She crumbles slowly, even with that solace, she still feels hollow. Can't truly trust a soul, used; abused; abandoned and tossed like trash, so many times. Her heart, though stitched a thousand weaves over, scared- just l