My attempt at serious writing

Her eyes are droopy,
She hasn't slept for a while.
Her jeans feels loose,
She has been starving for a while.
She looks at her naked body in the mirror,
She doesn't like the monster in front of her.
She tries,She fails.
Monotony. She dreads it.
Monotony. She is part of it.

She looks across at him,
A quick glance.
He is with her, she notices.
A single drop of blood escapes her eye.
She tries to stop it,She fails.
The drop of blood rolls down her check.
Her viens are on fire.
The drop of blood is burning into her skin.
It is traling down her neck,Her clavicle,Her chest.
It finally seeps into her heart.
She sighs.
Monotony. She is used to it.