it is empty
it is cold
it is dark
Below my ribcage,
But somewhere above my pelvis.
My bones have collapsed around my heart,
My dreams are held prisoner of my own body.
If I knew my blood type,
It would probably be a negative of sorts.
I cannot wrap my head around "no one wants me".
I cannot understand this feeling of guilt.
I cannot listen to my gut,
There's nothing there.
Can you see my spine,
Because that's what I feel like.
