Deep inside me lives a monster.
He likes to hug me and tell me everything is all right.
My mom and my friends say that he is gonna make me do bad things, that´s not true.
My Doctor calls him Paranoia.
Sometimes he screams and I scream with him full of fear, Then when he stops he says he love me wiping away my tears.
He says he need blood to live, but i´m not sad because of that. I´m sad because now i´m the monster, now i´m the one who lives inside him.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
Deep inside me lives a monster.
He likes to hug me and tell me everything is all right.
My mom and my friends say that he is gonna make me do bad things, that´s not true.
My Doctor calls him Paranoia.
Sometimes he screams and I scream with him full of fear, Then when he stops he says he love me wiping away my tears.
He says he need blood to live, but i´m not sad because of that. I´m sad because now i´m the monster, now i´m the one who lives inside him.
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