If you peered in through her ribcage,
You'd find an empty space,
From the boy she gave her heart to,
Who didn't put his in its place,
She no longer is the owner,
Of the blood within her veins,
It belongs to all the memories,
And the drugs to numb the pain,
The brain within her skull,
Is so flooded it could drown,
In names of people who said they cared,
But didn't stick around,
All the words that she's been called,
Have replaced all of her bones,
Even the smile upon her lips,
Is no longer her own.
There's nothing left of her body,
That society haven't touched,
Yet they have the nerve to wonder why,
She hates herself so much.
- e.h
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Poetry"If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die." - This book will contain all of my favorite poems. None of them are mine, so I am not taking credit for any of them. However, if I decide to write a poem, and post it here then I will write my...
