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The Monster InsideI am always Cold,
I am always Sad,
I am always Afraid,
I am always Depressed,
I am always Hurt,
I am always Breaking,
I am always Me,
But I will always be a monster.
The World As I See ItMy eyes are always drooping.
Not because of sleepiness,
But because of the sadness in my heart.
They are always half open, half closed.
I see half the world around me.
I can see half of life.
I don't feel joy as I used to.
Not as eyes closed,
But as eyes opened to new things.
Those eyes slowly closed of emotions.
I never aloud myself to feel these things.
I never felt anything.
I was a rock.
I was cold everyday.
Like a winter breeze never ending.
I was emotionless,
And never aloud myself to be free,
Or to be the child I wanted to be.
What is Happiness?"I will never experience 'true' happiness"
Is what myself tells me.
Most times I believe it,
Other times I agree.
My self esteem is very low,
And my happiness isn't high,
But I act happy so others can be.
On the inside,
I am nothing but a monster.
A monster looking for happiness,
And a reason for living.
Painful LoveIt hurts...
All over, my body aches.
It aches of sadness.
It aches of depression.
It aches of betrayal.
It aches of love.
I am afraid to love.
I am afraid to be loved.
Or am I afraid of rejection?
In all my life,
I have always been rejected.
By old friends,
And those I held dear to my heart.
Tell Her...Tell me it’s not really over
Tell me we didn’t just say goodbye
Tell me we can begin again
Tell me we’re worth one last try
Tell that you miss me, too
Tell me you think of me when you awake
Tell me I fill your dreams at night
Tell me this is all a mistake
Tell me you need me
Tell me you love me
Tell me I have a place in your life
Just tell me something
Murder Her SlowlyMurder me
Murder with your love
Murder me with you lies
You commit murder when I look in your eyes
You tell me over and over you love me why can’t we just live our lives
Murder commits suicide
Kill or be killed
No choice but to murder
Love is murder in the making
When you tell a person you love them its murder in the 3rd degree with a guilty plea
25 years to life with no college degrees No chance you’ll ever be paroled
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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