The emptiness creeps in
Like smoke drifting in from under the door
I do not care though
I let the smoke suffocate me
Emptiness is the smoke and sadness is the flame
And I know the smoke means theres a fire starting
But I do not care
I am going to let this house burn down
And I,
With it
YOU ARE READING
Blood Stains
Poetry*trigger warning* I'm lost•I'm broken•I'm hurt•I'm sorry ~the ones marked "x" are about my struggle with food and eating~
