Empty Shell

Darkness eclipsing, my anxious mind,
a semblance of sanity, I cannot find,
now angry and bitter, where I once was sweet and kind,
who have I become?

I rarely sleep, my mind is racing,
and through the halls, I'm always pacing,
a war with myself, I'm currently facing,
who have I become?

"Someone help", I do beseech,
but help seems always out of reach,
anxiety, it is my leash,
who have I become?

I build my walls of isolation,
to engage in eternal meditation,
and everlasting, mental mutilation,
who have I become?

I now lay dying, broken and alone,
inside this prison, I once called home,
and soon shall decay, down to the bone,
this is who I have become.

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