Monsters

September 15, 2013

The world is a mysterious place.

I find myself wrapped up in it.

I try and live my life to the fullest--

But is it really enough?

I sit and look at other people together,

And a black, clouded thought enters my mind.

I think: How dare they be happy?

How dare they be perfect when I am so miserable?

How dare they love when my is non-existant?

How dare they have what I have not?

I watch and I can't bear to anymore.

I try to hide but it follows me.

I try to run but it catches me.

I try to escape but it murders me.

I try to stand and face it, but I am overcome.

I do my best, yet no one is happy.

I care and I love and am tossed aside.

Old memories resurface--

The memories cut like a rusty knife.

I continue to fall down.

Down...

...

Into a world that is not my own.

There is no happiness here.

There are no humans here; only monsters.

They threaten to consume me.

Until I become one of them.

I resist and they persist.

I cringe and they act.

What would I do when all is lost?

All I can think of is one thing.

Goodbye.

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