I just wanna be dead,
But they say it's all inside my head.
Piece by piece,
I shatter to the ground,
Yet, still, no one ever seems to come around.
It's like they didn't hear a single word I said,
Because they think it's all inside my head.
So at the end of the day,
They say it's time for bed,
But the monsters say I'd be better off dead.
They say," There are no monsters!"
But, the night, I still dread.
I guess I don't need to look for monsters under the bed...
Because apparently,
All the monsters are just in my head...
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Author:
Mads (
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- Category: Short story
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Comments3
Great job!
This is great. I can relate to time's like that in my life. You're a good writer.
I love the way you write.. amazing talent you have.. Keep up the good work!
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