The monster under the bed

We were cool at first

We used to talk and laugh

Until he told me to kill myself

The monster under the bed

Has a new home and it’s inside my head

My bed was too small to contain such

A monster. A prison in my mind is where I put it

Sometimes I wonder

Were we really friends?

Can you be friends with a monster?

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