Broken Shell

Seeds of doubt
Laid long ago
Nourished by senseless thoughts
By senseless thoughts

Looking into myself
All the Dark shadows
And a broken shell

Trapped…words of the past
Suffocated… trying to heal
Everyone is my mother
Everyone is my mother

Wall of insecurity
Holding me up
Letting me down

Open scars
take the tonic
Feed the hurt how I want it
Feed the hurt how I want it

Looking into myself
All the Dark shadows
And a broken shell

Looking into myself
All the Dark shadows
And a broken shell

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