The Monsters cling to the crowded shadows in my head.
The demons take turns, clinging to my back,
In my ear they whisper sweet nothings and promises,
Promising me the world, dark and quiet.
Those promises felt empty, but they offered me something else,
HOPE....
Hope that I wasn’t alone,
That someone, anyone understood me,
That anyone, someone could hear me screaming.

But nothing more than words were ever spoken,
And those promises never came to pass.
The demons that cling to me, just use me in ways,
That make them feel alive, again.

That’s all we want, isn’t it?
To feel alive?
To feel something?
To feel anything?

I am trapped inside my head,
And still no one can hear me.
All I have,
Is the monsters in the shadows,
And the demons holding my hands.