Touch the morning rays,
Bringing them inside my room,
Playing with the shadows on the wall,
Sinking deep with no sleep of the night,
Too much energy worth inside,
Skipping breakfast,
No hunger,
Can I survive?
Standing, Looking in the mirror,
seeing someone's face,
another face of mine,
the same I saw last night,
but new,
Something so different than once,
not so long ago.
Stare deep inside her eyes,
inside my own eyes.
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My Monster
PoetryHer name was Skylar. And she was addicted. Her substance: Meth/Crank/Glass... whatever you call it, it still screws you up in more ways than one. But after seventeen years of trying to be Ms.Perfect in an unstable family, is this really what she wan...
