Death being the closest
I am to living
And living being the
Closest I am to death
You can electrify me
Or get inside my mind
But only the monsters
There can comprehend it

Don't leave
My world revolves
Around you
Your smile
Is my sunshine
Your voice
Is my music

Don't leave
Your presence
Is my reason
For living
Your eyes
Are my admiration

My inspiration
My reason for life
The reason I smile
Please don't leave

There's a monster under my bed
That crawls out every night
To listen to all my thoughts

He listens attentively
And stands there with nothing
But an understanding face

Not only is he a stranger
Nor a monster but my
Bestfriend and only friend

He understands me
He comforts me and
Never judges me

The monster under my bed.

There are voices in my head
That decide to
Come out every night

They control every
Subdivision in my mind
And induce all the pain

They give freedom
To all my thoughts and secrets
For them to fill my soul

They give me the strength
Throughout the night
To face all my fears

But in the morning
I'm back to the same
Fears I overcomed at night

But how could such be temporary
How can it come only at night
And just disappear like that in the morning

Dear voices in my head
Speak to me now
For I've lost all hope
In finding my true worth in life

The distance between you and me
Feels like the distance
Between heaven and hell
The distance cannot even be measured
It can only be felt
It can be only understood
By those who experience it

The distance between us
Only proves not everything is meant to be
I want to believe that forever exists
But our forever only lasted
For a couple of months
We had a limited infinity
Now left to walk with
Nothing but what used to be our "forever"

I'm afraid of being alone
For all my torture begins there
That's where all my thoughts come alive
And speak to me
Makes sense?
It doesn't to me either

They all gather around me
And begin a convention
Of my life from its very
Beginning to its present
The constant reminder of
What a failure I am

And all these thoughts
In just a matter of seconds.
As I hold my head in fear of
What my life has become
As I begin to peel my flesh off
As I begin to lay a knife near my chest

I wake up from this nightmare
But how can it be a nightmare
If its how I feel and think
All day everyday?