Shell
I look at this world around me
Filled with fear of what people call 'love.'
Its fake to me
Life is pain
To live is painful
Nothing but pain is real
Peoples pain screams endlessly,
Killing the ears that will listen for only a moment,
My pain kills no ears
I stifle it, smothering it.
I think that by smothering it, I will make it go away. Like a flame.
But I'm really feeding it,
Letting it grow to gigantic sizes.
All it does is feed and grow,
It grows till its so big it consumes all of me,
So that all that is left is an empty shell, devoid of emotion.
I am only a shell of the person I make you see.