monster

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The sun's out
Its getting hot out
Clothes are getting smaller
It's geting harder to hide them now
They ask if there about you
And there not
It's not at all
I have these stupid thoughts at night
And there over powering
When you close your eyes you see
Calmness then you wake up
For me I see
A storm takeing over
Trying to over power me
And right be For it kills me
I wake up
And I wish I didn't
That maybe the dream will come true
And just let it end
It's not that I want to die
I mean it sounds pretty nice
But I just
Want
All of the little monster's that say those nasty things
To die
To let me go
To let me leave this prison
But to do that
Is have to kill them all
And it sucks
There me only
Friends

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