What is a monster ?
What is evil ?
Do those things even exist ?
Or are they created by humans, to give them reason of those terrible deeds done ?
What makes a monster ?
Someone who takes joy from hurting others ?
Who kills for fun ?

A monster cannot be defined in a dictionary,
because everyone’s opinion of a monster is different.
Sometimes a monster can be that person who stole your money and left you stranded.

Or maybe a mass murderer like ‘Jack the Ripper ’.
Or maybe a monster is very different inside all of us.
There is no way to define a monster,
because although monsters are all evil,
they start out good.
And although monsters enjoy the darkness,
they once enjoyed the light.
No one is an angel,
no one is a demon.
Those terms do not exist.
Because we are all monsters.
They hide inside of us,
Waiting for that perfect moment to strike.
We all started completely pure and full of light,
With our inner darkness unknown to us.
We all start out like little lights in the dark.
So what makes a person a monster?
You do.

Those tainted by darkness unknowingly taint those of light,
Turning them bitter, cold and wicked.
Most people learn to adapt to such bitterness.
But there are those whose hearts cannot withstand.

I am a monster.
What kind is another question.

What kind are you ?

I don't think they realise
How sleepless nights
Can affect you
Or
How overthinking
Slowly kills you,
I don't think they know
How it can turn your mind
Into thoughts you wish weren't yours.

"I understand."
You don’t.
You don't understand the self hatred I have for myself.
You don't understand how it feels to be constantly compared
To someone you will never become.
You don't know what it’s like to lose yourself.
You don't know what it’s like to feel as though you're a failure
And you don't know what it’s like to know that you're different
And constantly reminded of your fault by your own mind .
If I could cut off my head I would,
Because the more I think,
The unhappier I am.
I'm convinced that’s why people hang themselves.
The head is a source of;
Power,
Knowledge,
And Control,
But also Destruction.
You don't know what it’s like to be so desperate and so tired of who you are
That you just want to quit
And i hope you never have to experience the mental and emotional pain that I have.

That is exactly why you don't understand.

When you don't want to feel,
death can seem like a dream.
But seeing death,
really seeing it,
makes dreaming about it ridiculous.
Maybe, there’s a moment growing up when something peels back,
Maybe ...
Maybe we look for secrets because we can’t believe our minds.

Because sometimes people do actually feel that way.
Sometimes your life feels like it’s caving in on you.
Sometimes people really do feel like they don't want to exist,
Like they want to just curl up in a ball, and go into that place between life and death.
Saying “I don't want to exist” isn't saying, “I want to die.”

It’s saying, “I wish that, for that time being, I could go somewhere and not have to feel.”
I don't think there’s anything wrong with that.
And if you don’t know how it feels to feel this way,
Then you have no place to judge anyone who does.

The things that frighten me the most don't even have a physical form;
Thoughts,
Words,
Love,
Lust,
Fear,
Loneliness,
Heartbreak,
­They're the things you feel with every component of your body,
But will never see in its entirety.
That is why I believe the scariest things are what we can feel,
But never touch.

Music is the souls language,
that's how we relate,
that's how unions are made.
Love comes after,
love is true when you are combined by your souls core,
therefore you become your own song.
Their laugh,
their cries,
everything they do becomes your favourite melody.
Your song.
Paradise,
thats where everyone wants to be.
Your Paradise lies in your own soul,
you just have to wake it up.
Wake it up and you will live.