An Empty Shell of Once Was

Slowly Descending down that Dark Hole

To the place where all is shrouded in darkness
That place where there is no feeling

We ask ourselves each day if what we did was enough
We ask if our feelings were right
We ask ourselves if theres a point

In the End, its never enough
In the End, your feelings most likely, hurt you
In the End, there isn't a point

We put forth our effort
Our trust
Our care

Our Efforts cut short
Our trust, misused
Our care, token for granted

But

We move on
Move forward
Asking for more

Is it Strength?
Stupidity?
Naive ness?

Going in for more
Receiving more pain
Asking for it
Like a beggar on the street wanting a coin

We then ask, why me?
Why do I get hurt and they get happy?
Then you ask
Should I be like them?

Those you have to answer yourself

why Me?
Because I followed my emotions and feelings

Why do they get happy and I hurt?
Because they never loved nor needed me, only used me

Should I be like them?
Sometimes I wonder

My feelings and emotions, gone
Like a Turkey dinner on Thanksgiving

Their Happiness feeds my Anger and Hate
Like a starving dog locked up, surrounded by juciy meat

I am who I am
An Empty shell of what I use to be

I was told that I don't deserve to be happy
I agree
I understand
I'm ok with that

I am who I am
A shell, scarred, burned, mained, dismantled, chipped, cut, sliced, and diced
Like a wild boar
An empty shell, from all those that have hurt me

I guess something inside finally said
Its done
I'm through
I'm tired of being on the other end of the stick.