At certain points I thought food was the only thing to go to when the world disappointed.
But now the filling food still feels empty
So empty to fill the huge vacuums which remain cold.

Food lost its worth in such a short time
Perhaps everything feels lost, outwardly you can look happy and fake it
Inside when you are with your self the mask shatters with a million shards of mirrors hurting you all over again.
Sometimes it feels like you’ve been stabbed over a thousand times until you cry yourself to bed.


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