Monsters
I can still hear them laughing.
I Can still hear them humming my name.
I can still feel their wandering hands.
I can still see them in my nightmares.
I can still feel the bruises they left.
I can still hear the names they loved to call me.
I still think they hide under my bed.
I can only see the horns on every man.
I can only see the evil in all.
I can only see the monsters in all.
Please save me from these monsters.
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Hopeless Reality
PoetryHere's a little reminder of the things that mean most to you, in case you forgot. My deepest thoughts spewed into this book. A book dedicated to my future self. Thank you for listening.
