I'm not scared of the bogeyman,
That hides in the darkness of the night,
But I am scared of the monsters,
I can see in the broad daylight,
I don't listen,
To the Tara that get told,
We're not getting out of here alive,
One day we will all be old,
I'm not scared,
Of the Demons that are in your head,
But anxiety catches my heart,
With the words that you said,
I pay close attention,
To your actions and behaviour.
I am truly gutted,
That I couldn't be your saviour,
It breaks my heart,
To watch you go,
And for various reasons,
I will never know,
I will never know,
The answer to this pain,
But parts feel familiar,
Like I'm scratching the same itch again,
I'm saddened by your lack of care,
And I wonder,
Where you ever really "there",
There, as in, me and you,
Lots of questions,
Was any of it true?
I don't fear sleep,
I fear being awake,
Surrounded by liars,
Surrounded by fakes
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