It's a quarter after two
And I'm still wide awake
I'm restless and anxious
And maybe a bit scared
I've always hated the dark
I've always hated being alone
'Cause I always hear the voices
And see the lurking shadows
In the corner of my eye
I can feel them wandering in my room
Whenever I turn off the lights
Or when my mom shuts the door
Is it the boogeyman? I think not
Or is it just my imagination?
No, I know they're real
For they haunt me each night
People around me say I'm crazy
No one ever believed me
They say I just wanted attention
When I said I needed help
It's half past two and I still can't sleep
I can feel sweat trickling down my cheek
The voices keep getting louder
The shadows keep coming closer
It's three A.M. and I'm still in the same state
I want it to stop, I want it to be quiet
I have no choice, this is the only way I know
I took the tool I hid in my pillow; all that's left is to pull the trigger
About the Creator
KK245
Be , what you are!!!
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