Shell

Thoughts twisted with fear, Inside contorted love disappears. What you hold dear will vinish into the unknown, feel like cuts and bruised bones. The ones that love, leave you alone. I feel the unknown, but take the steps to make it. I'm locking up, I can feel in breaking, voices to loud. No more concealing, just a broken house. No where to run, nor hide. Inside your mind self doubt resides. It controls every emotion you feel inside. I smile, but the look on my face speaks volumes. I personally hold no value, a workhorse, used, abused then abandoned. They all walk away, nothing I feel will cause them to stay. My entire life, nay being is loneliness. Everyone I hold dear, uses then leaves me, then I get constantly asked why I seem to always run on empty. I'm a shell, whatever you need, I'll just be around, one day you will see nobody needs me. My kids will grow, I'll no longer be needed, just stay alive a little longer, the voice inside pleads. I listen too much to the voice that is me, but my inner thought will be my downfall. I keep inside all of my fears, one day I'll die I'm sure not many would care. Minus the fact that when they call I'm no longer there. There was a time, where I thought I escaped.