The broken doll

My life has not been filled with darkness,it was once full of love and laughter birth of my childern,joy in meager portions,yet darkness fell,and the poor doll broken,tryed to seek loveing kindness,none to be found,only pain filled the night.The day precedes the night ,how did one come to this plight,where is the milk of human kindness.The doll is placed on the shelf.No one sees the scarring of the mind,heart heavy with faint cracks,abandon.The dolls tears ,no one sees......