I am a monster, I kill everything.
I am a monster, I kill everything.
I am a monster, I kill everything.
I am a monster, I kill everything.
I am a monster, I kill everything.
I am a monster, I kill everything.
I am a monster, I kill everything.
I am a monster, I kill everything.
I am a monster, I kill everything.
I am a monster, I kill everything.
I am a monster, I kill everything.
I am a monster, I kill everything.
I am a monster, I kill everything.
I am a monster, I kill everything.
I am a monster, I kill everything.
I am a monster, I kill everything.
I am a monster, I kill everything.
I am a monster, I kill everything.
I am a monster, I kill everything.
I am a monster, I kill everything.
I am a walking disaster, I destroy all that stand in my way. My life, my love, my children, my husband, my Mom, my whole family.
I don’t know when to stop. I’m slowly killing myself inside.
Can I ever be happy? I don’t think I can. I’m a monster, I kill everything.
I’m a monster.
I’m a monster.
I’m a monster.
I’m a monster.
I’m a monster.
I’m a monster.
I don’t deserve anything that I have. I don’t deserve anything that I don’t have. I don’t deserve this life. I don’t deserve anything at all. I’m a monster.
I’m a monster.
I’m a monster.
I’m a monster.
I always thought I was a good person. I’d always do what I could for everyone else.
I never knew that I’d end up destroying the people I love the most. I never knew that I’d worry myself to death so much and be so suspicious of the people I care about most.
I’m a monster.
I’m a monster.
I’m a monster.
The man I love I can’t trust. Why? I know he’s hurt me but why can’t I let it go? Because he keeps doing it or because I want a reason to hurt him to? Do I sit and look for things just so I can feel pain. Am I incapable of feeling happiness? What is happiness? When I feel pain, atleast I’m feeling something. Something other than sadness and hurt. Will I ever forgive the people who’ve hurt me? Will I ever get over it or will I continue to be a monster?
I’m a monster.
I’m a monster.
I’m a monster.
I hate what I am. Who I am and how I am. I hate everything about me.
I’m a monster. I kill everything.
My mom looks at me and says that I killed her. My daughter doesn’t acknowledge my exhistance. My husband looks for other women. My husband has lied to me from the very beginning because he said that he had to. I thought I was making him a better person and all I was doing was making him hate me. I gave up my family for a man that lied the whole time we’ve been together. For what? To hurt people. To hurt myself. I’m not good enough for any of them.
I’m a monster.
I’m a monster.
I’m a monster.
Sometimes I wonder if I enjoy the pain. Sometimes I wonder if I can feel anything else.
I’m a monster, I kill everything, everyone I touch.
I’m a monster!!!!!!
