Countless times
Had she seen him walk by
Pushing her so she fell
Kicked her so she hurt
Spat on her so she was humiliated
And laugh a dark empty laugh
A laugh that made her shiver
A laugh that sounded like it wasn't real
He always wore a hoodie
She never saw his face
Finally one day she pulled
At the hood of his hoodie
And when it was pulled down
She expected to see his face
Instead she was met with
A cold empty void
And it turned out
The hoodie had always been empty
And he was simply a figment of her imagination
He was a potray of the voices inside of her head
He was a potray of her inner demons
He didn't really exist
He was simply an empty hoodie
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PoésieI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
