My only friends
Are the monsters
Within.
They comfort me
With their
Dark thoughts
And when I'm
Recovering,
They let more in.
The monsters
Are corrupting me,
Slowly, inch by inch,
Until I, the only
Nice person left
Around me,
Will be turned into a
Monster.
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Sad Poems
PoetryDedicated to my friend, Brook. A collection of my sad, short poems. I own all of these poems. (Warning: This may be triggering) Some language
