I think I'm obsessed with the dark
some nights I find myself buried under covers
no longer hiding from monsters
but from myself
I lost fear of the things beneath the bed
until I tucked my suicide notes there
now I dream of death cloaked in misunderstanding
I nightmare of long days and a longer life
daily-
I awake to the reality that demons aren't confined to the shadows
and no matter how long I withhold
the light will eventually expose me
for
the
monster
I
am