Hollow Life

A poem of hitting rock bottom. Sort of a part 2 to Hallways.

Never noticed
Barely seen
Constantly shoved aside
The invisible teen.

As the pain consumed,
Voiding her aspirations,
She looked within
Handing herself the accusations.

Others sought revenge,
Lashing at those who did not see
She, on the other hand, chose
To end it rather peacefully.

In the garage,
Locked alone in the car
A bottle of pills
Blood-stained scars.

An empty forty
Lies in the seat
Left by the young girl
Whom life had beat