monsters one of my own

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monster

monster how should i feel

with you  lieing here besides my bed

scratching at my wall urging to break free from my head

teling me to die

telling me im worthles

my nightmares quake

reawaking only to become my reality

always behinde my back pulling me down

holding at arms draging me along

bringing me down

raising my depresion

and scaring me

turning me dark, my thoughts no longer my own

curled in the coner ,rocking to and fro

my breaths heavy

my skin swety

my arms crosed at my chest as i lie back

devolped in your darkness as i fall

sinking deaper everymoment

.... idk wtf to write

monsters

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