There is a moment in everyones life
Where you just stop and think,
Is it worth is?
Is this whole thing even worth it?
What is life?
What is the meaning of it?
Well I walk down this road all alone,
Sorry that I don't show enough emotion at all,
I lost that long ago,
I'm on this rollercoaster of emotions,
And the ride already broke,
But without this,
it's amazing.
I can get off, walk around, think of what life is made up of.
I guess walking around with you, you Monster,
Makes me feel less Alone,
Alone,
Alone,
Alone...
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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...
