It's been weeks,
Hours,
Days.
Slowly eating me away.
Clutching the blade,
Razor,
Knife;
A way to forget life.
I want to stop,
Need
To
Quit.
Do it.
YOU ARE READING
monsters
PoetryWhat monsters hide under your bed? Or more importantly, i n y o u r h e a d ? *trigger warning*? ***trigger warning*** (when applies: lowercase is intentional)
