If you looked deep into her hollow eyes,
you would see the storm,
swirling inside her,
breaking all her brittle bones,
tearing her soul appart,
forcing the tears to roll down her cheeks,
commanding her hand to run a blade over her soft skin.
This is what it feels like,
to fall into a pit, full of your demons,
and not being able to crawl out,
to fight back,
but listening intently to their words.
