We were afraid of the monsters under our bed.
But the ones we should be scared of are the ones in our heads.
How can my mind create something so vicious that has finally caused me to turn to the dark side?
I can see it staring at me wanting to eat me alive.
And all I could do was stare back into those black cold eyes,
That made me shiver till I cried.
How can my mind create such a monster that can kill even though its not alive?
But maybe they aren't monsters. Maybe the real vicious beasts are us.
Hiding under a cover that over time we forgot about.
How can they??
No how can we be so cruel as to hurt people so badly until they turn to their death for the last thread of hope?
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Drowning In Sorrow- Poetry
Poetry*Trigger Warning* Suicide, cutting, depression, abuse, self harm, death etc. ~I didn't know happiness as well as I know sorrow ❤️ Stay strong ❤️
