I live with a creature

Deep inside my chest.

It is made of shadow,

I can’t even beat it at my best.

This beast urges me to die,

It fights with tooth and claw.

It’s hard to resist it,

When I know that it’s my fault.

A monster is inside me,

It works hard to destroy

All that I am,

And the few things I enjoy.

Some darkness lies within,

And I can’t get it out.

Should I even exist?

I can’t be rid of this doubt.


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