You should’ve listened
You said it was just my imagination.
You should have said it in quotation.
You said I would be fine.
Because I listened, it took what was mine.
It watched me while I sleep.
So I didn’t make a peep.
You didn’t believe me when I said what was underneath my bed
And so it hit me in the head
You told me not to fear
Little did you know my death was near
At night it dug
All I wanted was a hug
All night it dug my grave
You told me to be brave
Invalidating my feeling
Leaving me barely breathing
it crept closer
I just wanted it to be over
Blood was spilled
In an instant I was killed.
