I write a lot of poetry but I guess, to me, this is my favorite.
Don't give up my loves.


1. Monsters

At the age of four,

there were monsters in the closet.


At the age of nine,

they came out and hid under the bed.


At the age of twelve,

they crept in the walls and haunted me at night.


At the age of thirteen, 

they started to appear in the blood coming from my wrists.


At the age of fourteen,

they made a home in my mind and they won't seem to leave.

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