A monster lives in me,
with no face but deeds.
It's not in the closet or under my bed,
It lives in me and not just in my head.
It eats me inside out,
leaving a hollow shell,
makes me wonder,
how to get out of this burning hell.
It lives inside and makes me hurt,
nothing in there much just a jar of dirt,
Every night it creeps my feelings out,
I stay silent on surface but inside i shout.
It stays there and hurts me inside,
The pain is left there,
while the scars outside.
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TORN
PoetryJust few poems about an inner dark feeling that almost everyone posses. We all are broken in someway or other. Please rate and comment if you like it..And you're free to judge it! I'll keep it updated as much as I can!! :) Baby Unicorn xx
