My eyes are cast down; as I watch you play among your "friends." I can hear the taunting laughter you share, it sickens me. No, this is not jealousy, for it is beyond that. It has made me want to vomit on your shoes. You left me here, to play in the land of illusions and candy. It only shows how much you've changed, and how much you depend on these illusions to survive.

You only speak to me when you need support, and yet you know I will always give it to you. Money is not the source, but a shoulder to cry upon. Let your tears stain my little shirt, and let me speak the bitter sweet words you seek. I am you friend that wants to help you, to understand. Your words fill my mouth, for I cannot speak.

I can hear you heart beat the melody of the tainted….it is ever so bitter sweet. Your hand brushes threw my hair, as your tears to continue to fall.

Yes, little one, cry upon me for I cannot speak. My arms and legs are useless, for I am your doll. The one you have left sitting on your dusty shelf in the corner of your room.