here we are, it's a dead end and now there's no turning around. we strayed from the path and ended up here. we realize that we've reached a cliff and you can make this as clean or as painful as you like. compulsively i jumped off because it was the only way to find out what lied ahead. but you clenched on to the edge so tightly until you finally plummeted because whatever it was you were holding on to had already eroded.
I have a monster that lives under my bed He whispers ugly stories about being dead I shiver in my covers; eyes wide As his claws tickle at my side
I have a beast that lives in my closet Often I hear her groan and ***** I hide and pretend she's not there But at night I hear her in my rocking chair
I have creatures that live in my walls They scratch and whisper down the hall I squeeze my eyes shut; afraid While they chatter about making me their slave
We children have devils in our heads They screamed, our eyes bled We huddle and hide, wishing and praying But of course, they claim they are staying
it was us then it was me who could have known? how it would change the way you feel the way we were it was a mistake who could have known? a punishment so severe it's a life taken but not meant to be I know i'm to blame I know that's how you see but you were there the same who could have known? not you not me
this poem is about a tragic experience and how it ruined a relationship of mine, thank you for reading