A Book of Poems

Hollow shell

Why is it that when I feel safe,
Something rips that feeling away?
Why is it when I feel happy,
Something tares it apart in front of me?

Thoughts in my mind spins and twists,
How long do I have to take any of this?
Living in a state of constant suffocation,
Emotions feeling like an drowning sensation.

A fraction of a person I was before,
Almost a hollow shell and nothing more.
Devoid of feelings of satisfaction and glee,
What will become if me?