The monsters under the bed can only scare me so much
I know the truth that it isn't creatures that cause the most terror
Rather the true horror lives elsewhere
The boy with green eyes was the one to tear out my heart
Not the thing with tentacles known for snatching
That creature always was full of remorse for what he did
But the boy with those eyes never once blinked an eye
He just stared at me and asked what's my problem
So uncaring about the fact of what he just did
A part of me hoped he was unaware
Deep down I knew he just didn't care
Perhaps he was the real monster
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Gloom
PuisiA collection of poems that vary in sadness and happiness, Some are sad and the thought of them hurts Poetry marked mature cause you never know and i like to be prepared But have a look and see if you like I wonder if I can make your heart hurt the...
