Jan. 17, 2014 (Edited)

My heart is broken
there is a void to replace
it and running out of things
to fill it. I’m starving from
hunger, yet I’m bloated
with hatred. Someone is
knocking but all I do is
ignore it. So maybe
I’ll just act like I’m
alright when the voices
inside are telling me different.

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