My monsters do not sleep under my bed
They sleep inside my head
My brains are sick but that's okay
Because my grades are what matter anyway
My blood is filthy and cheap
I wish I could finally maybe fall sleep
And forget that I'm alive.
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Property of Society
PoetryHighest ranking at #36 in Poetry. PROPERTY OF SOCIETY™, is a free form book full of original poems. Copyright © 2016 Property Of LuciaRoche. This poetry book; The PROPERTY OF SOCIETY™ is a stand alone book, unlike my other series Road To Home. |War...
Finality in its purest form
My monsters do not sleep under my bed
They sleep inside my head
My brains are sick but that's okay
Because my grades are what matter anyway
My blood is filthy and cheap
I wish I could finally maybe fall sleep
And forget that I'm alive.