They say he never meant to do it,
but i know different.
He lurks in the shadow of my room
just waiting for me to give in.
He whispers, " you'll never win."
Even through i always try to fight it,
he normally is right
he consumes me.
He smiles a sinister smile knowing,
i'll give in
every night i beg for him to leave
he taunts my pain
he disappears suddenly
his laugh echoing my room
My heart Races
knowing that tomarrow
he'll be back again.
okay that was my first poem i tired right? ahh tell me what i should fix...
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