My heart isn’t broken.
It’s rotting inside.
It’s blackened to the core
My veins mucked with lies.
I’ve locked them deep
Secrets hidden in my center.
Now they’ve grown roots
And flourished
Like ever green forests
Thriving in cold weather.
You took my skin
So yours wouldn’t show.
You robbed me my voice
To feel less alone.
You stole thoughts from my brain
To drowned out your own.
How does it feel
To live under my bones?
My soul hasn’t shattered
It’s always been vacant
I was just a child
I was supposed to be
complaisant.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
My heart isn’t broken.
It’s rotting inside.
It’s blackened to the core
My veins mucked with lies.
I’ve locked them deep
Secrets hidden in my center.
Now they’ve grown roots
And flourished
Like ever green forests
Thriving in cold weather.
You took my skin
So yours wouldn’t show.
You robbed me my voice
To feel less alone.
You stole thoughts from my brain
To drowned out your own.
How does it feel
To live under my bones?
My soul hasn’t shattered
It’s always been vacant
I was just a child
I was supposed to be
complaisant.
