My hands are cold from the touch of a monster so loud.
He would always say: "You should be proud."
But what is there celebrate but just a cold hand?
I like to please the monster.
Pathetic, I thought to myself.
My hands are numb from the actions I made.
All these distractions are worth the pain.
Pain, a feeling I would describe to make me feel stronger.
Pain, to lessen the aching feeling of my heart.
Pathetic, I thought to myself.
My hands are frozen from the mistakes I made.
The monster isn't happy with what I have already done.
"Is this not enough?" I asked.
All the more that the monster punished me.
"I am not satisfied." the monster says.
I closed my eyes as the tears started to fall.
And everything will just repeat itself.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
My hands are cold from the touch of a monster so loud.
He would always say: "You should be proud."
But what is there celebrate but just a cold hand?
I like to please the monster.
Pathetic, I thought to myself.
My hands are numb from the actions I made.
All these distractions are worth the pain.
Pain, a feeling I would describe to make me feel stronger.
Pain, to lessen the aching feeling of my heart.
Pathetic, I thought to myself.
My hands are frozen from the mistakes I made.
The monster isn't happy with what I have already done.
"Is this not enough?" I asked.
All the more that the monster punished me.
"I am not satisfied." the monster says.
I closed my eyes as the tears started to fall.
And everything will just repeat itself.
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