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The Real Monster
This is all I feel; don’t you understand?
I’m not in pain, I can’t begin to comprehend
My heart does not bleed
That’s why I have this need
To hear the sound in your voice
As you so blatantly plead
“Oh please save me
I’m this monster inside
My heart is breaking
I just want to die”
The words are so good
They bring me my joy
But I don’t get how
you can’t possibly see
The only real monster,
is the nothing in me
For it craves to be filled
It jabs and it cuts
And It begs you to speak
It asks you now, tell me
It waits for you, to confess your sins
You believe me a preacher
You believe me a friend
But if only you knew
You bleed because of me
This pain you feel inside?
It would be gone if I just let you be
But I would never let you go
I need you,
And in a way you need me
A person like you isn’t okay if left be
You desire the attention
Just as I desire your pain
You want me to hurt you
You enjoy our sick game
Because the only thing you have
Is your title as a martyr
And the only thing I require
Is your will not to bother
But still you cry
You cry in my arms
You beg me tell you
What have you done wrong?
Oh darling, how you haven’t realized
There’s nothing wrong with you
You don’t really want to die
This is the sickness of our generation
A pain rooted in our chests
But still you’re too stupid to notice
I do not have this
You are filled with sorrow
But I am nothing but hollow
You beg to be saved
To be whisked away from your pain
You feel you’re a monster
For being nothing but human
You think your heart is breaking
Because It’s feeling what it should
And you say you want to die
Before you’ve even seen the good
I would take something over nothing
Any of my days
I would take feeling like a monster
Over loving your pain
Because, I don’t get how
You can’t possibly see
The only real monster,
is the nothing in me
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