and left to mend
    with no helping hand
    A broken doll
    with no hope at all
    One fatal crash
    no more than trash
    Once beautiful and so proud
    but my vanity spoke too loud
    No more voice
    no more eyes
    Should I give up
    drink from Death's cup
    I might be broken
    but I'm not weak
    Again I shall walk tall
    no longer heed taunting calls
    Again I'll be whole
    soon I'll be a mended doll