I used to think that monsters lived under my bed,
Hiding in the darkness, with eyes of ruby red.
I'd hide under my blankets, as if they were a shield,
And hope that in the shadows i would be concealed.

But then one day i realized that i had been mislead,
The real monsters i had, were the ones inside my head.
They quietly creep and crawl in the corners of my mind,
Whispering words that make me weep 'til I've gone blind.

They shatter my happiness and suffocate my dreams,
And make my ears ache with the shrill sound of their screams.
They wrap their cold fingers around my worn out heart,
And inside i feel as though they are tearing me apart.