Empty

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Her eyes are bruised,

and sparkle with emotion.

Her face is gaunt and

hollow.

Cracking her fingers.

She pukes.

Again.

3:15 a.m.

Bloodshot.

Quivering lip,

Tears spilling over lashes.

She prays for sleep,

she prays for peace.

Her mind is a trap.

Overthinking.

She wants to escape,

she can’t get rid of herself.

Hollow stomach

aching with hunger.

“Don’t do it… pretty girls

don’t eat.”

Tired.

Depressed.

Hungry.

Insomniac.

Insane.

Locked in the

dark

all day.

Staring at the wall

empty.

All she is-

is empty.

-Raine

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