Poetry

Him…


He knocked on her door, his footsteps she heard from a mile away, afraid she hid in her room. 

Knowing that he would come back to hurt her, she shivers as she seems his shadow slowing creepy beneath the door. 

Its never been easy dealing with him, just when you think you were done for good, je slowing makes his way back to you. 

He seems to have become quite the star lately, making us think we have some sort of problem when he’s the cause. 

He intoxicates you so well that you start believing his stories and lies, only to find yourself drowning lost in your own thoughts. 

Depression, this silent talker already ready to seduce his next victim…

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