i used to think that everyone
was the blame for the distance
between me and them.
but now as galaxies fade
and the ocean eyes turn into grey
i blink and wait
"it was me." i whisper
as the monster that takes cover deep
within
my four walls,
snarls.
and I realize
I have the toxic trait
of self destructing.
"it's too late to save me." i call out,
as the water closes above my head
I'm the monsters and the demons
who can save me now?
- zmh
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the ruins of me
Poetryi love you; said me every time foolishly. if you see any grammer mistakes, please do not hesitate to contact me politely about them! also credit to whoever may have taken the picture of the flowers for my cover, I did edit it a bit but other than...
