Beneath my shell
I’m 99% dead
My life drains quick
From voices in my head
Beneath my shell
Lies my inner child
He remembers the days
That he never smiled
Beneath my shell
A tiny crack gaps
It spreads itself
When I collapse
Beneath my shell
I’m shy and shamed
Furious and frightened
Always feeling unclaimed
Beneath my shell
My nightmares are real
The devil is hungry
And I’m the main meal
Beneath my shell
I can’t break free
Until the day I’m
At piece with me
Beneath my shell
It gets harder to speak
Just cause I am quiet
Does not mean I am weak
Beneath my shell
I am praying 4 air
If there is a God
Please show me you’re there
Beneath my shell
I strive to make piece
That will be the day
From my shell I release