A monsterA Poem by A daytime shooting star
After all.. I think I'm still like a scary monster..
A demon that no one would be able to accept. Falling like an abandoned leaf that's been tired and injured of holding tightly that cold tree, it meant to belong to.. Pulled out, far away.. so far away by a strong wind It's so freezing out here, being the only one who's striving so hard to still alive.. Everything is so dark, and even darker ! I've been swallowed by a huge black hole of mine.. I am trying to find my lost parts But, it's already replaced by a scary shade.. I didn't want it to turn out like this ! I am scared.. Forgetting all the precious things I used to like and protect My gripe can't reach that place anymore.. That peaceful sky I have no power left I am hitting the ground so badly
How can that happen to me..
tell me how? Why did I become like this? " A shabby pierced bag" What should I do right now? Using to be strong and then falling of weakness.. I can't recognize who I am, right now I've became a terrifying monster I don't want to be near of anyone So I am begging you to stay away I don't want to hurt anyone else.. I am just an ugly & weak monster.. -Can't hold it, but ending up whispering with an inaudible voice.. It's cold and scary.. I want you by my side I want to hug you tightly How am I supposed to find the way home?
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StatsAuthorA daytime shooting starthe place where shooting stars are born inAboutThis account is just a place where can I feel free writing about my depression or my happiness unconsciously. I actually do write everything in here a few minutes before spreading it out, so those.. more..Writing
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