My bones are the forgotten fossils of a skeleton sunken city,
My mouth a boneyard of teeth,
Broken from biting down in themselves,
The hollow auditorium of my chest,
Swoons with echoes of a heartbeat,
But I am a careless tourist,
I will never truly know where I've been,
Mom Still doesn't understand,
Mom, can't you see that neither can I?
YOU ARE READING
Broken pieces
Şiirpoems about a teenage girl who suffers from depression, anxiety, loneliness, rejection and schizophrenia.
