shes a corpse

She holds herself because they're the only arms that will embrace her.
Her thoughts surrounding her mind with hope,
but her heart knows that she's empty.
She crawls into her bed
alone and scared.
Fearless blood runs through her
she keeps it cold
love never really was good to her.
Every word fades away as the breathe somehow makes it.
Eyes washed million of times by her own mistakes.
She heals her own heart
revives it once again.
Only to be smashed by the hammer.
Broken lips...
once nourished...
are now abandoned.
She tells herself things she wants to hear.
Words that help her breathe again..
thoughts worth thinking.
But how long is a corpse suppose to cradle themselves?