Helpless as a doll, unknown,
They toss me as if I’m just stone.
My origin lost, my heart ignored,
As though I feel nothing, coldly stored.
In shops, I'm priced, a costly sight,
Yet my own value hides in night.
They dress me up, they mark my name,
As though I'm blind, part of their game.
Grant me tears, let sorrow spill,
I'll share the tales that haunt me still.
You'll weep with me for lives unseen,
Parents crying, dreams swept clean.
Their newborn's death, a shattered thread,
The future they wove now hangs by dread.
A husband cheers his broken wife,
Her dreams now lost to endless strife.
He smiles in pain, his words a shield,
To keep her wounds from being revealed.
Each night she hugs me, calls me "child,"
While he whispers lies, so sweet, so mild.
Don’t call him heartless, see his fight,
He holds her close through endless night.
I've seen it all through wooden eyes,
Some lives you'll mourn, some you'll prize.
So don't discard me, heed my plea,
For I alone bear your agony.
I'm not just a doll to toss away,
But a shoulder in your darkest day
