Full of Emptiness

& you feel empty, the kind of empty that leaves no space for any emotion.  You could watch a filthy massacre and not blink an eye, you don't feel a thing, you just wanna die.  Its funny how unaffected, how something bordering the word 'invincible' could define you now. Its funny how a human can change you, how they can change your life, your heart into an irreparable mass of shattered dreams held together with broken promises and countless lies & its funny how they take everything away from you...even yourself & its funny how you just watch helplessly, funny how you can do nothing for yourself & its funny how you still survive as that empty life-less wreckage.  

Damage

He never really spoke to anyone and seldom smiled. One day, as he was sitting at his usual empty table at the cafeteria, she came along and took a seat opposite to him. He looked up at her, confused.
"So, what's your story?", she asked out of no where.
"Excuse me?", he said, taken aback.
"Something is hurting inside of you. That's why you need the drinks and cigarettes and music turned on so loud that you can't think!"
"Why would you be interested?"
"Doesn't a little damage make everything more interesting?", she laughed without humor in those pale green eyes and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. That's when the sleeve of her hoody slipped back a little. That's when he saw it. The scars. The damage.