Empty, hollow and alone
wretched the soul of the
young girl. Sitting,
waiting, yearning for
someone to see the
hurt, and help.
Empty, hollow, and alone
wretches the soul of the
young man. Looking in the
mirror, picking out every
little imperfection and
dwelling on it. Cut, release.
Empty, hollow and alone
says the bed that once
was hers. Now blood
stained and empty.
Never to be slept in
agian.
Empty, hollow, and alone
breathes the brain against
the wall. Spatters, drips,
and his lifeless body.
Just because he thought,
he could never find love.
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