There’s no time for suicide
it’s the end of the world

my heart
was caged for keeping

my mind
kept safe inside a case

my soul
hid from stealing

my body
kept guard by my face

there are monsters
under my bed.
i sleep on the floor
because maybe,
if they think
i'm one of them
they would leave me alone.

he ripped the words from my throat
he locked them away
in a box that he calls a 'coffin'
he dug a pit
and buried them six-feet-under
next to the
grave where my innocence lay

Tears are streaming down my face.
I can't live here now, not in this place...
My heart is throbbing, chest is aching.
I'm sobbing and my body's shaking...

I can't take back the words I said,
They're ricocheting in my head...
Getting louder as I weep,
How can my mistakes cut so deep...

I'm sorry, I promise, I truly am.
I'm not a monster, I'll change, I can...
And, if not, I'll disappear.
At least that's better than being here...

Is there a monster inside of me?
For, when I look in the mirror that's all I see...
Forgive me, please, let me prove I'm kind.
Trust me, oh please, don't leave me behind...