My dad used to tell a story
about the monster underneath
the one that starts the mayhem
the one that wakes at 3am
My dad have fought it before
every sting that it had unleashed
words and actions he wished he said
reminded the monster under the bed
My dad told me "Be Strong"
as the monster shifts its prey
waits shamefully for the end of the day
suicidal thoughts at 3am
My dad tried to save me
words and actions are its claws
every **** night i wished it'd paused
but the monsters loved my prose
My dad wish it wasn't me
he wish he could just take away the pain
you're the monster I kissed back in the rain
the memory that wakes at 3 am.