How come someone likes me,
how come they do?
How come you talk to me,
when you know I'm gonna hurt you?
What's wrong with you people,
can't you see what I've become?
You should be running and screaminng,
you should be afraid to come.
You should be afraid to come near me,
but how come you are not?
I'm a monster,
I hurt people a lot.
How come you still talk to me,
even when you know what I am?
How come you're not afraid?
How come you don't give a damn?
I'm gonna hurt you
and you do know it.
But you're still here,
not afraid even a bit.
But love,
you should run and you should give a damn.
Because monster
is all that I am.
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The Walk
PoetryThe walk through my life. Through the points where i feel down to feeling good and back again. Warning: These poems may be depressing, suicidical and sad. These poems are usually related to what i feel and what is going through my mind.
