Babydoll

It's very late at night and I seem to be very sad

I'm just a little babydoll,
Whose insides are filled with mud
Outside I might look pretty,
But open me up and it's gunk.

They sat me up on the highest shelf,
But forgot I was even there
Now a layer of dust has settled on me,
And there's strange spiders in my hair.

Oh why are there cracks in my little doll body,
Why can I not be whole?
No one will ever love me,
And I'm already much too old.