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by Samantha Aug 29, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I can't take it anymore I try to run I try to hide But it will always find me. I scream And I cry, I cut it's wrist To make it bleed dry, But it still will not die! It will always be the monster In my nightmares, The danger in my dreams, The demon in the shadows, That will always make me scream. The creature is inside The demon, the monster, the creature is me.