Everything is so loud.
All I want, is some peace.
I want to stay somewhere quiet, sleeping, maybe to never wake up.
But I can’t, I can’t sleep, and I can’t stay somewhere quiet.
They would not want me to.
They are the loved ones.
But those loved ones, won’t let me meet someone I love.
‘Cause they are scared.
They fear the unknown.
But I fear the monsters that are coming for me, they will eat me up, and I will not be able to fight them..
They don’t know, and they cannot know.
But someone knows..
All I want is to meet this someone..
Before the monsters come..
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Cool poem. What I did is read the highlighted parts and not the rest in a sentence form, to make it into a different type of poetry. I don’t know if it made any sense. I don’t want to meet anyone before I commit suicide, though. I don’t want to fall asleep and not wake up, I want to die by gunshot to head because I feel like you wouldn’t feel anything cause you’d be dead instantaneous. Are the monsters the police?
The monsters are inside my head, I can feel them, slowly approaching.