At the age of five, I was scared of the monster I thought was living in my closet.
At the age of nine, I was afraid it had moved under my bed...
At at the age of sixteen, the monster moved into the inner workings of my mind, dismantling the cogs while whispering a feed of lies and convincing me they were a speech of truth.
And at the age of sixteen, the monster became close, too close, and had no intention of leaving. It became a part of reality and at this time, my parents couldn't reassure me that it was only a bad dream.
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
