These Void Feelings of Hers.

“These void feelings are killing me.”, she mumbles to herself after exhaling puffs of smoke from the cancer-filled stick in between her two fingers. Her eyes follow the cloud of smoke swirled around her empty and cold room. “So that’s why I need to feel something at least.”, she croaks out finally trying to convince no one but herself after a pregnant pause and she flinches as her voice sounds a bit too loud in the empty and quiet room for her liking. She shakes her head and lets out a small laugh as she stubs out the cigarette in the almost empty cup of the now cold black coffee and watches the cigarette butt floating around with its other kind. Her left arm sore and the ends of her lips curl up a little in satisfaction as she admires the blotches of deep red coloured liquid pooled around the fresh wounds that she recently inflicted on herself. She then picks up another stick of her poisonous remedy and lights it up to feel the stinging pain burns in her lungs yet again. The wind blows her hair around as the moonlight shines through the open window and her eyes glance down at the beam of the sharp metal that’s safely placed in between the crumpled empty boxes of cigarettes on the floor.