Love or Hate?

Do you believe in love?
If you don't, can you fall in love?
Will love follow you, even if you give it up?

Do you love?
If you do, do you hide it?
Why?
Does love need to be hidden?
Is your love forbidden?

Do you fear love?
What are you afraid of?
Why is it so terrifying?

Is it really love you fear...
...or loss?


Do you believe in anger?
If you don't, can you still get angry?
Can people hate you, even if you don't believe in it?

Do you hate?
If you do, what do you hate exactly?
Do you need the hatered?
Are you mad all the time?
Why?

Are you hated?
Do you hate the world...
...or does it feel like the world hates you?

If you hate the world...
...the world will only reflect your own emotions.

Doll

"Anyone out there?
 Can you hear me?
 Hello..?"

There's a white figure in the corner, reclined to the wall...
 A dark-red, frilly dress is ripped apart, it's barely keeping it's place.
 She looks as if she's hurt, but there is no blood.

"Can someone help me?
 Please?
 I won't hurt you,
 someone just, please, help me get up..."

Her knees look weird, twisted. Kinda of place.
 There is no way she could ever stand again.
 Nor walk.
 Her eyes look empty.
 She's been crying for long, till she no longer had tears to shed.

"Is anyone out there?
 Please, help me..!
 I'm so cold...
 I don't want to be alone... please..."

Her eyes close.
 I can no longer hear her moving.
 She's stopped breathing. Or did she ever take even a breath?
 She falls to the floor. Clattering...

Shattered, she lies on the floor.
 Her left hand is parted from the rest of the body.
 There are cracks all over her beautiful face.
 She is broken and beyond repair...

Who's to blame?
Who broke her apart?