The monster under my bed,
is he just there or inside my head?
Am I really safe and sound?
That’s just another thought in the foregrounds
of my head.

The dark, what’s in in it?
Whats life, and what’s worth living?
What’s love and is it worth giving
or receiving.

I can’t sleep cause these thoughts
just keep coming in my head.
I don’t want to be awake but here I am lying in bed.
I don’t want to be in the dark
it’s just hard to let down my guard
to the world,
that hurt me too many times.
Don’t make me get up.