In Her Nature

These walls I stare at.
Impossible to see past, to see through.

In this silent, empty room.

Nothing but a window,
A world all too familiar to look out to.

If I must bleed to know what is on the other side.
Cut me open.

Let's run dry.

Submerged in obsession of my own developing thoughts.

'Cause this pen,
Is all I allow myself to have.

Expired

There was a place she would go to, mentally.

Everything stacked in unorganized piles,
Such as a storage room inside her head.

Once the heart of this head was shattered,
She locked the door and kept walking..

And now every time she tries to enter..

 Nothing will come out.