Empty,
Hollow.
A porcelain doll
So breakable
the pieces make you bleed
my mind is too loud
but when one insult
hits my head,
it goes silent
like a porcelain doll
YOU ARE READING
Naive
PoésieWORDS WERE THE LIFEBLOOD OF POETRY, AND I REMAINED SILENT. A collection of poetry. For the people who don't feel at home in their own skin, for the poets, for the people who are depressed, for the people who aren't depressed, for the people with wo...
