May 26, 2012
There's a monster in my bed. Don't you see her? She's the one with skin as pale as moonlight. See the scars that mar her arms? Why does she cause herself such harm?

There's a monster in my closet hidden among the dirt and dust bunnies. She's the one with eyes the color or sorrow and heart as wild as flames.

There's a monster in my bathroom. Her blood lust is strong. Watch her as she pushes the blade deep into her arm. Stare at the crimson tears she has caused her skin to weep. Look at her. She's so pathetic, so weak.

There's a monster in my mirror. She all her little flaws? She's got these pills that will erase them all...

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albinotiger said...
Jun. 23, 2012 at 8:39 pm
I hope you are not feeling all these things because now one deseves to hurt themselfs . . . but wow can you write! that poem scares me so good job :)
AngelBaby94 replied...
Jun. 24, 2012 at 11:50 am
This is an old poem that I found in one of my junk boxes, so no I don't feel like that now. And thank you. :)
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