Hollow Soul At night, when you're all alone. Do thoughts flood your mind? Do memories resurface? Do fights replay? Do ugly words come to your thoughts? Do you feel alone? Do you feel unwanted? Does it ever get to much to handle for you? It does for me. And when it does, I paint a pretty picture. With a wicked twist. My paintbrush is a razor, And my canvas is my wrist. I'm a girl. A sad, Lonely, Misunderstood, Depressed, Anxiety-redden, Thoughtful, Emo girl. And people try to change me. But it never works. And only makes it worst. So thanks to society I'm now just a shadow, A hollow soul. Thank you. For ruining my unmeaningful #life.
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