your bones like gravestones
prominent among the barren skin
you laugh the whisper of the dead
and your teeth fell out from caring
you were beautifully ruined
by thunderstorms in your head
your smile is all but dead
you can't stand the sight of yourself
you have fallen among the rest
skeletons of who they used to be
a wounded army of solders
fighting for peace within their souls
the body count is heartbreaking
for mothers who clean up the blood
and wish they could've been happier
as they gasped for air with burnt lungs
high school hallways are turned into
a backwards funeral procession
they mourn the living
because they all feel dead
paradise is their only cure
but what is the definition
longing for an infinite silence
muted mouths rejoice at the emptiness
everything about you is wrong
but the presence of individuality
has quieted and so has
the sound of your beating heart