Why cry for help

 The reasoning for

Staying to yourself

Only I understand my sore

That protrudes from my skins shelf

No room left to restore

The dignity of being selfish

No more me left

For I am empty

Only to be filled up with

No wealth but more filth

My eyes water dirt

They burn

My heart is scorned

Myself is no longer here

But with them

Who am I now?

A shell waiting to be

Stepped upon

As needed.

Of course the story of my life

Never ending but continuously being

Told about

Foul I am!