My dad used to tell a story
   about the monster underneath
   the one that starts the mayhem
   the one that wakes at 3am

My dad have fought it before
    every sting that it had unleashed
    words and actions he wished he said
    reminded the monster under the bed

My dad told me "Be Strong"
     as the monster shifts its prey
     waits shamefully for the end of the day
     suicidal thoughts at 3am

My dad tried to save me
      words and actions are its claws
      every **** night i wished it'd paused
     but the monsters loved my prose

My dad wish it wasn't me
      he wish he could just take away the pain
      you're the monster I kissed back in the rain
      the memory that wakes at 3 am.