Literature
Just A Shell
All was brought
by just one thought.
I'm without a clue
of what to do.
In this depression,
I just feel aggression.
And in the dark,
there's not one spark.
One more cut
could get me out of this rut.
But eventually my savior, Death
will be my last breath.
What do you do,
when you're just a shell,
living inside hell?