My Monster

Ive never actually slept at a sleepover

because theres something wrong in my head

sometimes i stay up for so long that

i feel like i am made of pure lead

When i lay down and try to relax

My mind becomes filled with my despair

it comes alive and tries to suffocate me

i dont really think its fair

I tell my friends about this evil monster

and i try my best to be serious

but they write it off like its no big deal

they all just think im delirious

Ive tried to tell people about this sadness

That will surely kill me one day

but they never listen and ive given up

so theres nothing left to say

The End

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