Children think that monsters are the things that hide under their beds,

The bogeyman,
Zombies,
Ghosts,
Demons,

But the thing that is the most upsetting is the fact that,

They grow up their whole lives a lie.
Those are not the real monsters.

No.

The real monsters reside inside of us,
In the back of our minds,

Eating at whatever happy thoughts we have.

We battle with them endlessly,
And sometimes they win.

So,

Stop checking under your bed, kids.
You won't find a thing.

Look in the mirror,
And look deep into your own eyes.

You're sure to see it
Sooner or later.

He asked me why.
Why I deny his attempt to help me.
Why I deny his efforts
To help salvage whatever humanity
That may be trapped in the cage
That contains my brain.

And my only reply,
As truthful as it came,
Was
*"When all of the flowers in a flower bed are dead,
What is the point
In continuing to water it?"

I hope you know
That you are the reason
For this ***** burning down my throat,
Making its way into
My pumping veins.
But the only thing
They seem to be pumping
Is the undeniable pain
Of you leaving me.

I hope that you know
That you are the reason
That I sit in my bedroom every night
Pondering the reason
For my seemingly pointless soul
To be treading this earth.

I hope you know
That you are the reason
That my skin has become a canvas
For the blades that rest
On the edge of my sink.

Vertical.
Horizontal.
Left.
Right.
Back.
Forth.
The blades run through
The thin layer of skin.
And all I can think about
As my blood hits the tile
Beneath my wobbling feet
Is that
I hope you know
That you are the reason.

People think
That when you break something,
It has to make a clang,
Or a rattle
Or a smash.
But
The night my heart broke,
No one heard a thing.

The sun still comes up and still sets every night.
The wind still blows the leaves from their residences in the trees.
Geese will still migrate every winter and return every fall.
The flowers and grass will continue to grow no matter how sad you are
or how badly you want to end your life.
The world doesn't know what despair feels like.
It will never understand your pain.
And even long after you're gone,
life will just always go on.