I lost the person that I cared most about. The person who I could stay up all night with telling them about the monsters in my mind and the things that the voices screamed. The person I could have any sort of conversation with. But I lost them, I always do. I always lose the people I care most about, I push them away. I do the stupidest and rudest things to them to make them leave, it's who I am. I am the monster under my bed and in my head. I am my worst enemy. I hate myself and I know for a fact that some people would have had a much easier life if the never met me. Maybe I should finally put that letter and knife to use, it would just be easier. I'm sorry to whoever may be reading this that I hurt or am hurting, I just want you to know that it's the only way knew how to love.
Xoxo
TheGirlWithGrayEyes
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The Fire in My Soul
PoetryThese are poems that you may or may not like. Some of them are about how I feel, others are things that have happened to me.
