We die every single day,
Even in the tiniest, most mundane way.
We die inside for all that we feel,
Because we try so hard to keep them at bay.

We die, we drown in seas of thoughts
Of the uncertain, and of the grim
We jump in the water thinking we'll float
Only to find out we are unable to swim

Mind squeezed, heart broken
And words that aren't spoken
Silence fills poems

The thought of you lingers on my mind,
And the things we could've done.
Now you're not here with me anymore,
And there is nowhere left to run.

The image of you haunts me:
Your eyes that speak a lot,
The words that come out of your mouth,
And the things that you are not.

With corrupted minds and dark souls
These monsters lurk not in the shadows
They hide not under your beds
But within you, they feed on your sorrows