Empty.

Wrote this one a while back.  Just wanted it here so I’d have it saved somewhere.

He said she looked dead.

She looked like a shell.

She looked… empty.

 

She wondered how the hell someone could see. 

How someone could see her.

How could he tell all that from a picture?

 

He had no idea how broken she was back then.

How hurt and alone.

How stupid she felt for letting it all happen to her.

How many times she had cried herself to sleep.

 

But he saw it.

He saw the lifelessness in those pictures.

How could he see all that, just from some old photographs?

 

No, she didn’t go through any traumatic experience.

She didn’t go through something horrific.

She was a stupid little girl, letting herself get wrapped up.

Letting herself get hurt.

 

She drowned her sorrows in booze, drugs, and sex.

She built a wall.

It would take a special man to bring that wall down, and to keep it down.

 

She was guarded.

 

He knew she was scared, but he had no idea what all of that truly stemmed from.

He had no idea how many pictures she was fucked up in.

 

How many scars she had.

Just wanting to feel.

To feel something, anything.

 

He had no idea how many times she wished she could sleep forever.</font

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He had no idea…

That when he told her she looked dead back then,

Told her that he would never cause her to look that way again…

That he was slowly starting to back her back to life.