shell
By Shnu •
the only wat that i don't cry
is to think of ways that i could die
to leave this world of misery behind
and maybe a sanctuary i could find
where i could be who i wanted to be
and no longer be trapped inside of me
thoughts of death are filling my mind
as my bleeding skin i try to bind
i hide behind the joyous pain
and think to myself, am i still sane