Poetry of Shell

MAYBE. ( overthinking)

Maybe, Just Maybe

you ought'a Hardened that heart.

Tell me.

which ways up?

which ways down?

Maybe, i'm lost since your not around.

Maybe, I need to get away..

imagine me, flying over the balcony into the night.

Stars in my hair. Fire in my light. dancing on clouds and embracing my fears

Even on the stormiest of nights.

Maybe i Let you leave me this way, but that doesn't mean i have to stay.

Suck it up buttercup. rise and shine.

Get up and going, your doing just fine.

Just Decorate it with Christmas lights,

Your PTSD mind. it will be ok, lets see what we find.

It makes everything pretty and bright,

heal from the warm illuminated night.

Everyone's feelings are here in My head

Even the Grinch, hiding under The bed

Maybe I am overthinking,he even said.

all the while my kitchen sink is leaking.

its time My inner child is done weeping,

Did You hear what i said?

Can you ride this wave?

Can you Obtain?

Can You be a man?

i didn't think so.

My dinner is on the way.

My brain says yes

my heart says go.

My brain says no

everyone's here in my mind.

but yet no one shows up on time.

better toughen up your grip

better force a another sip

Gasoline on the soul.

people lurking with unemotional tears in there skin.

leeches feeding off of them for years, from within.

Laughing at there dares, shadows creeping backwards down the stairs.

I would do all this to be free from you.

Drink the poision lay on those Tracks,

That's a Mother fucking Fact.

stretched beyond recognition. holding it all back.

attention infection, Love bomb injection.

No that's ok don't mention..

black and blue, with stitches, vomit in the dirty dishes.

haunted. its enough to move those kitchen chairs.

life full of empty people stares.. just an empath alone who shares..

here's a band aid. Move along. all the clean white sheets are gone.

car pile up. i will put that fucking wall up.

My Boundaries Don't care.

Don't tell me a Damn thing.

I have been here all along.

Enjoy the sunlight, smoke another blunt.

roll it off your shoulders and let it be

let them be them, and me be me.

Maybe... i am working.

Maybe.. i am healing.

an eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth

couldn't be farther from the truth.

Maybe i feel like an old floor rug.

that just happened to catch your eye.

Missing people who couldn't hang

Missing people who wouldn't change,

Maybe.. I'm The Thug.

glass cleaner, glass cleaner in a dish.

Go Fish.

PTSD on the shelf. crammed into a creepy elf.

everyone thinks its so cool,Knife through the door.

are you scared? or do you need even more nightmares?

No i'm good. lets even the score..

how many smudges will i pass? in my shiny new shot glass ?

which i never look the same. but best know i know my fucking Name!

I find my way through.

bet another day.

Pass me,that Fucking shot glass.

and i say...

a book report outta do it, aleast i showed up to prove it.

and i walked you all right through it.

Maybe, I deserved better today...