Some writing

(So this little story below is fiction. I think Society is pretty messed up- telling you that you've gotta be a certain weight and your hair has to look good and how your value should be based on what others think. It's all pretty screwy & I thank God he doesn't work like society )


The hollowness swallowed her up as if the entire room was collapsing. She could only focus on the steady heartbeat flowing throughout her veins. 'So this is what it feels like to be dying' She thought quietly, as if whispering it in her inner thoughts wouldn't make it real. "You're going to be okay." A distant voice from above shouted out, even though to her it was barely audible. She could hear someone crying obnoxiously in the background  as they all stared at her anorexic body. The open cuts on her wrists were clearly visible, as well as the ones on her thighs. Nobody, not one person, knew how she was feeling- not even her. "Boom, boom, boom, boom" Her heart still worked for now, even though she felt as though blood was flowing out continuously. "I can't" She whispered, just loud enough for the toddler standing next to the hospital bed to grab her hand and squeeze it tightly. "I love you." The boy whispered to the society- stricken girl. "The world doesn't." She quietly got out before the medication and drugs caused her to fall into a deep sleep.