A Doll Mortuary

I see dolls
All shapes and sizes
Though not as a doll should be
No rosy cheeks
No pink smiley lips  
Only battered and broken
Grey and lifeless
Missing limbs
Broken arms and legs
And even a missing head
For this is a doll mortuary

Glass eyes staring at you
Seeing deep within your soul
Pleading to be repaired
To once again be loved and  needed
To be held and kissed
And invited to tea parties
That will no longer be
For all I see
Are lifeless and dead
Broken and shattered
Empty shells
For this is a doll mortuary