I walk through this hall empty and alone nothing but my shade,
yes that one it brought me all this pain,
I wish it would end but it follows dragging me down into my misery ,
How can I change how do I survive so I form a shell hard as stone an unbreakable ice,
As I sit here and wonder what’s missing in my life it sound’s kind of bad that I think this out loud but at least my feelings are safe and sound,
I have no idea why but something is missing I feel it in my stomach a sharp painful twisting,
Why does it hurt I have this shell its like something burning inside lost but not found,
Is it love or the flu this pain it tortures me I have not a clue,
I ask myself why live with this pain when all I want is for it to go away
So I cry to myself each and every way.
Creed's Poetry 