there is a monster in my head she talks to me she's been there my whole life she is as much a part of me as my leg or arm she is my big scary monster for ever there
she lies in here with me
in a way she couldn't lay with anyone else
she builds me up to tear me down
she yells at me for everything
they say society has a double edge sword
while that may be true
her sword is sharper
the second I make a decision she tells me im wrong
I decide that I am confident of my body
she tells me im wrong that I shouldn't be proud that im fat and unproportionate
if I decide im depressed
she tells me im just a selfish attention whore
if I tell my girlfriend I love her
she tells me I don't that im just saying it to make my girlfriend feel good
if I tell my self im a good person
she tells me o your not you want something for your actions
I don't want to believe her
but what if she's the real me
what do I do then
what if the girl every one knows isn't the real me
what do I do then
there is a monster in my head she talks to me she's been there my whole life she is as much a part of me as my leg or arm she is my big scary monster for ever there
-this one girl who wants to live like a normal person
sorry the first one really sucked . this is something I keep thinking about a lot lately so I decide to finally write it down.
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Suicide Lake: A silent story
Poetryjust my unfortunate depression thoughts that I will impose on the world completely unfiltered so please do not take offense to anything said in this book
