Poets & Poetry

Nothing left

If you peered in through her rib cage,
You’d find an empty space,
From the world she gave her heart to,
That didn’t put its own in that 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.