A shell, an empty shell
I am the shell of a human
Years of
turmoil and abuse is the cause
Once filled with hope and
vitality
Now all life is dead within me
Leaving me a shell
Is
there anything to live for?
Am I living now?
If so, why
continue?
Then again, why waste the energy to end it?
A
blackness has filled the void
My soul is gone
Why continue this
pathetic existence?
A shell is no use to anyone
So why
continue?
Because there is someone who loves me regardless
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