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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 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 it could drown,
In the names of people who said they cared,
But didn't stick around,
All the words that 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.
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♡ The pieces of my heart ♡
PoetryIt's okay to cry when there's too much on your mind- The clouds cry too when things get heavy ♡♡♡ dedicated to all ●b r o k e n s o u l s● #frostypoetry #AmayaFrost
