i feel empty inside.

like ive built a raging fire inside me,

and its destroying anything in its path.

anything and everything.

ive destroyed myself so much.

bracelets cover my scars.

oh how badly i want to reopen them.

clothes cover my weaknesses.

no matter how much i dont eat,

my insecurities stay the same.

my stomach is empty.

just like the place my heart should be.

my smile is just as lifeless as my eyes.

everyone can see im not okay.

they dont know im dying from the inside out.

take one last breath,

take it in.

feel the burn,

its all ive felt in months.

im numb to everything but the pain.

but i keep writing,

and i keep hoping.

hoping for what?

for nothing.

it seems.

im crying to scream.

let me scream..

im yelling in a room full of people,

not one head turns.

why dont i ever mean anything?

why am i so invisible?

i know i’m seen,

but theres nothing.

never anything.

nothing but word vomit in a notebook

and a broken bleeding heart i cant seem to find.

why isnt there ever anything else?