In the dead of the night,
When I am alone,
The monster comes out,
It feels like home,
I dig through my drawer,
And look for my weapon,
To fight off my fears,
That you'd call depression.
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Poems For Death✔️
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Weapon
In the dead of the night,
When I am alone,
The monster comes out,
It feels like home,
I dig through my drawer,
And look for my weapon,
To fight off my fears,
That you'd call depression.
