Doll Parts

Sitting in a classroom stuck in a Hole.
Noone understands my heart.
Dark charcoal burning like doll parts.
Caught cold in the flame bold;
at least they were vanity in the days of old.
Stories never told.
Frumpy girl never bold.
maybe breathing is a mistake.
Someday you will ache like I ache.
I was always the girl with the most.
Only because the other kids drove me to break.
The real was so fake that i could keep faith.
She loved me so much it turned me to hate.
If i fell on a dull knife.
Would it stab deep?
Miss my life?
I want to be the girl without pain.
Someday you will ache like I ache.