The worst kind of crying is when you're lying in bed.
With tears streaming down your face and running down you're head.
You turn to your pillow in hope to fall asleep, but the demons are with you; hiding under your sheets.
So you stay awake thinking about everything that's wrong, how you should have stuck with it because it was where you belonged.
But now you are stranded in this darkened lonely room, scared of the monsters.
Who want to make a meal of you.
But don't fret child it'll be alright.
I'll slay all the demons that haunt you at night.
I'll see that your able to go to bed without, those tears dripping on your bed.
YOU ARE READING
concrete
PoesiaThis is my poetry.....alot of its dark however. And for the people who are insane enough to handle a trip into my mind palace....so ya
