Shattered Shell

Every morning I quit drinking,
by the afternoon I slowly start sipping.
Every evening, I say I'm never quitting.

Thoughts conflicted, pain self afflicted.
My darkness seems unrestricted,
limitless unwanted visions, far too prolific.

Ongoing split personality, paints me timid.
My mind is simply, not into it.

It's busy conflicting, over my most intimate images.
Contemplating past decisions,
searching out the source, for foul intentions.

So where have I gone, you ask.
When you cry out, I couldn't possibly be me, and I must be someone else!
Know, that under my broken mask and shattered shell,
is just a broken boy, who could really use your help.