I am a shell
Someone I used to know
A memory of a shattered soul

I used to be someone
Who had something to say
Someone had an opinon

I used to see the day
Sunlight, on my face
The clue clouds
And even sometimes, the rain

I used to

I am a shell now
So many burns and horror stories
So many heartbreaks
My chest of drawers
My infinite sorrows
I let them go unnoticed

They never see the surface
I hide them on purpose

I am shell now
An empty home
Looking for a new place
A new place to hang my hat
And loved

Before hard times pass;    
Life stinks and hurts,
Worse than a wound oozing pus.
In such times....
Its always wise to realise that;
Every kind of pain,contains gain.
So choose to endure,
Because such times are always
An opportunity to bloom and mature......