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 it's 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 that it could drown ,
In the names of people who said they cared
But didn't stick around,
All the words that's 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 hasn't touched,
YET, they have the nerve to wonder why
She hates herself so much .
YOU ARE READING
Herself
PoetryWhen love starts to give honeybees in your stomach . It stings your heart .