The girl

by hle   Sep 16, 2005


In my room at night
i hear these sounds
i hear these voices
they talk to me
i listen to what they say
i could never tell anyone
but now
i feel safe
talking to myself
will never happen again
i will always
have the creatures in my room
i will always tell them how i feel
the one thing i hope the most
is that they never open there mouth

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