Monster

The crazy s**t that goes through my head

Monster

Blood. It drips down the walls, it covers the floor, and smears all over my body. Marks cover my hip. I love running my fingers over it, the rough, satisfying feeling. Each line represents a person. A person that has hurt me. 1..2..3..4… 4 lines to start. 5..6...7...8…8 people I cannot miss. 9...10..11...12…More, more, more, and more.

I sit alone. Alone in the bathroom floor. My blood everywhere, staining my perfect, white room. my hands, my legs, my face… I stand up, and I walk up to the mirror. I chuckle. Blood on there too. I stare at myself through the rose tinted glass, and I ask myself “Why?” Why can't I be pretty enough? Why cant I be smart enough? Why cant I be good enough? Hehehe...Hahaha….HAHAHAHA! I laugh and laugh as I take my blood soaked hands and bathe my face in it. The metallic liquid drips onto my lips, and I lick them in pleasure. Congratulations everyone. You've created a hurt, lonely….

 Monster.

        -Ari Batang

Reviews

[Nwanna Onyeka Benedict]

this poem seems to have no rhyme. but, it is nice

[Ari]

Thanks! And yeah I know, to be honest I really don't what it is! Hahaha

[Brittany]

poems don't have to rhyme dipshit

[Nwanna Onyeka Benedict]

This poem seems to have no rhyme. But it is nice.

[Nwanna Onyeka Benedict]

This poem seems to have no rhyme.