Late last night
After that same nightmare
I realized monsters don't exist
They live in my head
They crawl through my veins
They poison me everyway they can
I inherited these monsters when I found her
These monsters grew when he died
They flourished from Taylor's ridicule
And made me want to kill myself last night
I have tried everyway I can
To persevere against them
But for every time I put down
The razor,the gun, the knife
They double my pain
They take all my breath away
And there in the darkest hour of night
I drown and my life spindles away
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Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)
PoetryMy name is Isabelle I am 15 years old (not my real age.) I am a "Homesick Angel" at least that's what I'm told I am called the people like me are called the people who are depressed suicidal empty numb those people they're just trying to go home T...
