I may never completely break out of my shell,
the thoughts in my head create my hell.

Slow motions and movements bouncing around,
screaming and yelling give a guess at the sound.

The steady beat of a life goes down,
the bruises and scars turn this face to a frown.

The heart in my chest still beats on,
even though half my life is past gone.

I beg you not, don't try to get into my head,
the demons will surely find you, then you'll be dead.