My body is but an empty shell, 
There's no soul left inside,
My life's become a living hell,
from which I try to hide.
Every lifeless day that I see,
I feel this growing hate,
But whom I feel it for is me,
And it's ever growing weight.
And once love beat within this heart,
But that has left my life,
There's nothing left to tear apart, 
Only misery and strife.
And yet I sit and ponder, 
what became of me,
My thoughts begin to wander,
I guess I'll never see,
What I did to deserve this,
This never-ending hell,
This life I could never miss,
The life of an empty shell. 

			†Syn†