Tuesday, February 15, 2011

A Shell

I am a shell, I am a vessel
Not my purpose do I serve
I must be without feelings
without heart, without nerve
I am a shell, a container
I'm only there to hold your game
I am empty.  I am nothing
I am soulless without name.
I'm devoid of all true feelings
I do not act like pain can get me
I am tired of pretending
I am not ok, forget me.
I'm your dirty little secret
No more value than a lie
but I feel more than you know
I'm a shell but I can cry
I'm afraid to ever know you
But without you will be hell
I am hollow.  I am empty.
I'm a vessel.  I'm a shell.

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