They say hes hurting more when I was only a step to a door...and nothing more...but who cares if i'm just another piece of floor, for he shall never love thee anymore. I need to be better so we could be together. For i am a doll and hes like a mall full of life and motion but I...am lifeless...soulless...nothing but a decoration, a toy...for a boy...who has pushed me behind the door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem