A Shell of a Man
I wouldn't wish a life with me
on my own worst enemy.
I live my life very miserably
and cause others to feel miserable who care about me.
I use to be happy go lucky.
I use to be the life of the party,
but too many years of too much tragedy
has made a shell of a man out of yours truly.
Copyright © Billy Thekidster | Year Posted 2011
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