Poetry/ Stories

Everyone is a monster

I used to believe that monsters where something horrible. Beings with horrid appearances, but I was wrong. Monsters lived inside me. They are part of me, living inside me. I didn't accept it at first, I couldn't believe that I was a monster. I cried knowing how evil I was. How cruel I can be.… Continue reading Everyone is a monster

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Poetry/ Stories

So I wondered for a moment. I was in my room sleeping, until you woke me up. You called me on the phone. You asked if I'm okay. I said "Yeah, I am." Then you asked me if I love you and I said "I don't know." You were quiet for a moment. You asked… Continue reading