I got my own monster under my bed.
Just pull the trigger they said.
Ugly creatures with beautiful eyes.
But there's where you see threw there lies.
And I know it's all in my mind.
But I still think there's something to find.
They try to take my hand
But I go right threw them where I stand.
Then there's the spiders that crawl all over.
And this is all when I'm sober.
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Sad Poems
PoetryA book of poems, I've been writing through out the years. Most are sad and depressing and others are love that gets destroyed. Some I relate to and some I dont.
