Goodnight sweetie.
Are there any monsters?
Nope.
In the closet?
All clear.
Under my bed?
Empty.
In my head?
Of course.
They want me dead.
I know.
Am I bad?
Of course not.
Then why am I sad?
Because.
Because what?
I don’t have an answer hon.
Well I’m all done.
Done with what?
The battle is over, the monsters won.
What do you mean?
They’ve already killed who I was.
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I don’t know what I feel right now, but it’s your fault. I like this one.
This is really intense. I like it.
This really caught my attention. Nice.
too bad i can relate.
Wow. I like this. Well, I don’t like that we can all relate but it’s beautifully worded and hits hard
Thanks everybody for reading this, wrote this because I was having a bad time last night. I was in fact “trying” to sleep for a while. I mean I just didn’t want to feel and instead of self harming or anything I sleep. It takes away the pain and makes me numb for a while. So this was my representation of what I was thinking
Gosh another really good poem. It’s a poem right? I like the flow of it. I like the end of it. “They have already killed who I was” Not who I am, but who I was. The implication being…who am I now? Am I am empty vessel? am I the monster under the bed? Am I YOUR monster under the bed? Perhaps I’m already dead.
Thank you for sharing.
Thank you Hazy, you always read my posts and I really appreciate it.