If I build up a protective shell
And never share my feelings
Will I finally be able to stop hurting?
Or will my shell become my cage?
I’ve been depressed before
And its something I want to avoid
I don’t want to cry anymore
I want to hold up my chin
And not have to blink back the tears
When I feel the urge to cry
I don’t want to be a statue that never cries
That would be worse
No love and no pain
An unfeeling wretch
Thats not what I want
I don’t want my shell
But I wish I could get over the pain
The pain of regrets and losses
Too much pain to remember
And yet its still here
I wish I could forget my pain sometime
And not have to cry over loves long gone

Steel
By Charles Moffat

A blade in the dark 
Cold steel against my skin 
I sense fear in the air 
What is this that draws me? 
The shine of the blade? 
Sorely hot the cold 
I hate the cold 
I hate being cold 
Yet I like the brilliance 
The shine 
Steel and skin 
Like night and day 
I love day 
And I love soft skin 
Not hard, cold steel 
The blood in my veins 
Knows its power 
Death, destruction 
Double-edged misery 
I fear the power 
Yet I like the shine...