The Shell

I am not going to write

or sing about you anymore

it is not worth it

you are not worth it

no longer, no more

blank pages

broken heart

mind cages

ignorant afterwards 

behaving like a good boy

such a beautiful acting 

I could clap, but I am occupied

living, enjoying, changing 

while you are going

through the exact same days 

in stand bys, apologizes

nothing new behind the curtains

until you notice yourself

and get off the shell 

do you remember when you used to be free?

when you embraced your friendships

instead of denying them nowadays

do you remember when you said you needed to live more fully?

instead you chose to lock up inside your brain until it crashs 

until you notice yourself

and get off the shell