Thanks for reading this you guys this is my first creepypasta its a poem. Now i whount to know if this was good or bad and if you guys have some tips i would appreciate it thank you and enjoy
Still i stand
in my home
which is nothing more
i wish i could cry
but i cant
because they will here me
and ill be nothing more
this world i live in is dark
only monsters live here
i'm all alone
these monsters are filled with hate and anger
spike and pity
they feed on fear
they can smell you
and if they do......they hunt for you
then your life is nothing more
i tear a little inside
knowing that their nearby