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Monsters are real,
they live inside us
waiting for a chance to takeover,
to have control.

They wait in that part of your soul
you are afraid to show;
they are the ones that
control your emotions and feed on
your darkest thoughts, they become
stronger and stronger
and you cannot run.

There will be a time where
if you don't fight them,
you become them.

A soulless creature,
just roaming,
waiting for the perfect victim.
Thoughts of 2018, not my best year
Every single time I think
I think about you.
I think about what we used to talk until sunrise.

I think and count
how many times you said it was all true,
how many times you said you were not lying,
how many times you lied.

I know now that it was all a lie,
a single lie that broke me.
Sometimes I put myself in your shoes,
and the only thing I think of is how could you live with yourself.
it's not poetry, just what comes to my mind
It's here,
you never thought it would happen to you
same as I never thought it would happen to me.

You feel lonely, hopeless,
you don't actually know what to do.
And it's in this moments when you miss him the most
and you constantly wonder what he's doing.

It's your "harmless" way of torture
even when you know that a heartbreak sometimes hurt more than physical pain.

— The End —