To the Moon and Back

Mine

My hands are made of skin wrapped around doubt and insecurity. 

My voice is shaky and unsure.

My eyes are cold and hold the world's sadness.

My arms are covered in last nights regrets.

My tears are the salty results of my inability to enjoy myself.

My shoulders and back guard me from happiness.

My skeleton is the untrustworthy structure that keeps my aching body upright.

My blood is the poison running through my veins that keeps me alive without my consent. 

My body is a perfect representation of my broken mind.