All the things I'll never say.

35: Too far ahead.

The thoughts in my head
Are way to far ahead.
I see a monster under my bed
He's observing the tears that I have shed.
Then looking up he sees the pillow where my arms have bled.
Pulling my leg
"Please don't" he seems to beg.
But I'm already to far ahead
So I put a bullet to my head
And with a sigh of relief I'm dead.

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