She sits.
Alone on the floor.
Alone in her mind.
They walk By.
Pierced by their stares.
She cries.
Her tears wet the carpet.
Her torment dampens her existence.
She claws.
At the stitching that holds her.
She tears.
'Till her stuffing gushes out.
She stands.
Climbs the everest before her.
Takes a line of her stitching.
Wraps it round her frail neck.
Bleeding.
She jumps.
From the dresser.
And Hangs.
And Dies.
Doll Suicide.
Dolls have feelings too you know.