The Monster
Who Am I? How did I get here?
The Monster
FEBRUARY 5
He destroyed her
He killed all that was good
Burnt her hopes and dreams
Took her broken heart
and stomped on it
He raped her soul
and filled it with hate
He took away her reason
He stole her joy
He trashed the sweet
and innocent
He broke her heart
and killed her passion
She no longer is what
she once was
She has fractured
She has gone
He awakened Psycho
She no longer is afriad
and is now dangerous
She is torn between hell
and non-existence
Wounded and trapped
She wants to leave this
Tortured world behind
WHY?
He was only joking
Chasing his thrill
After everything she did
After everything she endured
He had one last joke:
He never really wanted her at all.
Behold the monster,
His creation
Copyright © Melisa Schmidt | Year Posted 2023
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