Walking Shell

All the pain and hurt inside,
is eating at my soul.
There's nowhere left that I can hide,
I'm just no longer whole.

I am but a walking shell,
moving mindlessly through life.
My every day's a constant hell,
Should I look to the knife?

To make it all just go away,
as if it never was.
Can I make it through today,
and the trouble I will cause?

What major change can I effect,
while I'm upon this Earth?
All I've known is pure neglect,
my first mistake was birth.

But, as I hold the sharpened blade,
I catch glimpses of paradise.
There's no decision to be made,
Cause I've already made the slice.