I got a secret
it's on the tip of my tougue,
the back of my lungs.
I know something you will never know.
But I'm gonna keep it.
You will never know...
You will never know...
Darkness swept through my room,
shutting the door behind me.
Darkness swept through my mind,
feeling the thought cross over me.
Lock the door.
Keep the lights off.
Laying on my bed,
staring at nothing ,
can't even see my own hand.
Close my eyes,
but i'm still so awake.
It's been four hours since I've had it...
It seems like a lifetime,
even though the effects are still on me.
I thought and thought and thought.
I thought of daddy.
Daddy who would be here for me.
If daddy was here, my mother wouldn't be like this.
Then I wouldn't have used tonight.
If I hadn't used, I wouldn't feel this.
I wanted him, now.
Daddy would make me feel better,
even though he would hate this.
He always wanted the best for us,
but now he's gone.
Why? Why did you have to die?
Why did you have to fucking die?!
I hate you!
I Hate you!
I hate you!
Why'd you have to leave me?
WHY?!
I just miss you so much.
Tears were making their way down.
I felt myself give in.
"Daddy?" I whispered out, "I miss you."
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