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The world is a cold and scary place

full of monsters and creatures

like envy, greed, poverty, and death.

These things most people don't worry about.

They don't think it will happen to them.

So why be scared.

Right?

No.

Because one day you won't be prepared.

But it will come and attack you, 

like a lioness hunting her prey,

it will be bloody,

hurtful,

painful, 

scarring.

But won't hurt just you. 

No. 

It will hurt everyone you know 

love,

care about,

even talk to.

It will take away the real you

your life,

your hopes,

your dreams,

your love,

your emotions,

everything.

No one will love you

No one will care

No one will be with you through it

Only yourself,

only you,

just you and the growing beast inside of you

the one that haunts you,

taunts you,

destroys you.

So ask yourself

do you like the monster inside of you?

If your answer is no

Well I'm proud of you then

If your answer is yes

Then I only have one thing to say to you

 

 

You're on your own.

 

Ridgey Ray

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Comments (2)

ridgeyray04
<p>I wrote this poem in the fifth grade right after my grandpa died and my dad lost his job.&nbsp;</p><p>I was in a dark place and I needed a release so I used poetry.&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p>
ridgeyray04
<p>I wrote this poem in the fifth grade right after my grandpa died and my dad lost his job.&nbsp;</p><p>I was in a dark place and I needed a release so I used poetry.&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p>

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