The Monster It takes me Does anything it wants with me Makes me suffer, gives me confidences, makes me cry. Doesn’t let me see any more colors, only black or white… I love it, although I hate it It's my sacrifice, it can also save me It's my friend & my worst enemy It helps me satisfy my anxiety It also makes me regret it. Makes me happy, although more depressed I wish it does not exist and I wonder, Why God created such a thing? It comes & goes It makes me strong… I wonder, who else is falling into its game? If, they’re going to let it or walk away It’s a lie & a truth It makes me hate myself too I think, when this is going to End? When will this feeling walk away I hope it wouldn’t be too late And let this monster take my life away...