Monsters
There only exists me and nobody else, They told me about monsters, A hideous and unkind; hiding right beside me, I thought they must be lying…cause of course monsters don’t exist right? I now walk on a desolate path, Devoid of empathy and kindness, I used to be kind; I used to be have a heart, They why don’t I feel anymore, The cries people that shattered my soul, Now feel so deafening like a screeching pest, I want to puke at what has become of me. I’m freezing cold and I see them so warm and bright, I want to scream till my breath gives out, I wish to feel and to be what I once was, But it now seems to be a distant image of what I used to be, Will I forget that too? As I turn older I get more tired, A sense of dread; A wave of misery shadows over me, I feel so small, It feels like drowning in my emotions, But for some reason unbeknownst to me, I feel comfort and warmth, At the bottom of the ocean that now drowns me. I think they were right, Monsters truly do exist and I feel th...