Touch blackness,
that's what I did around 4 a.m.
Right on the kitchen table too,
like legit,
laying on the kitchen table with shot glasses and half-empty bottles surrounding me.
And that's when I dreamt...
Dreamt to daddy...
We got another victim
What did you expect from me,
Our love is just too weak for this monster,
It's going to end,
Stand by my actions,
I told you I would let you down,
Ignite it now,
Try to just move on,
What did you expect from me,
I ruined that feeling again,
I swore I would let you down,
Even though the only thing I ever wanted to do was to make you proud,
Try to just move on,
Forget me,
I'm holding onto this new road,
I'm hearing what you're saying,
I just can't make a sound,
Tell me you need me,
Even though I'll cut you down,
But wait, hold on for another moment,
But it's too late,
Too late for any of that,
Sorry is nothing to you anymore,
It's just too late,
Apologizing will only make matters worse.
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My Monster
PoetryHer name was Skylar. And she was addicted. Her substance: Meth/Crank/Glass... whatever you call it, it still screws you up in more ways than one. But after seventeen years of trying to be Ms.Perfect in an unstable family, is this really what she wan...
