The monsters that I was scared of as a kid,
turns out to be more than real.
They are infinitely scarier than imagined,
and who knew that they were here all along.


While under a mask that hides my pain,
I wish that the monster in me would go away.
Desperately screaming, cutting, crying
and hoping to one day just be dead.    

The soul within me, all lost and alone,
as I drown myself in the ever-so-perfect alcohol.
The hurt you gave to me was acutely deep,
and I don't ever want it to repeat.