I made it through another day
in my freezing room
on scraps and pieces left behind.
The utter reality of my heartbeat
is the only thing that assures me
I'm actually a part of this world.
You ask me what my monster is,
well silly you,
my monster is myself.
And here I am
left wandering in my own world
full of pain and nostalgia.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC
I made it through another day
in my freezing room
on scraps and pieces left behind.
The utter reality of my heartbeat
is the only thing that assures me
I'm actually a part of this world.
You ask me what my monster is,
well silly you,
my monster is myself.
And here I am
left wandering in my own world
full of pain and nostalgia.
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