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I'm BrOKen

My monsters are real
They don’t hide under my bed
Or linger in my head
They show up in the mirror
Where their image
Is crystal clear, it’s been over
2 years and yet
I still have fear, fear that my
Monsters will one
Day be to great to fight, and
Over take me in
The night, I see your face dad
With ever look
I take, another reminder of my
Past mistakes
How am I suppose to say goodbye
When down
Inside I feel like I died, these monsters
Have a hold of me
This isn’t how it’s suppose to be
This isn’t what
I chose to see, the image in the
Mirror haunts me
It taunts me, I keep staring
As they keep
Glaring, when I said I was ok
I really meant
Im broken, and I’m ashamed of
These words I’ve
Spoken, this is a door I didn’t
Want to open
But these monsters came to me
To destroy
All that I see, to laugh as I beg
And I plead
Just one more year and maybe
This all won’t be
But I’m broken, even as these
Words, are spoken
Written by Gorewhore197666 (Brad Case)
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Author's Note
Over 2 years later, and I still cant accept the loss of my father. It's something I will never get over.
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