Broken Since Birth

Broken the minute your heart stopped beating.
Now I have no fingernails.
I'm not sure why I bite them,
Probably has to do with how alone this place is without you,
If I had fingernails I might try and rip a whole to somewhere I could find you,
Finding myself.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Lonely Hearts

Where my Brain Goes at the End of the Day

Fuck You Lucy