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Dec 2014
I never feared the monsters under the bed.

What I really had to fear

Were the monsters in my head.

Every year

They told me to just

“Let them free.”

When the cold hard truth

Was that the monster

Was me.

I never feared the monsters under the bed.

What I really had to fear

Were the monsters in my head.

Slowly killing

Slicing my heart

Breaking my soul

Tearing me apart

And maybe someday

When I go crazy

I’ll slit my throat

You’ll miss me

Maybe.

I never feared the monsters under the bed.

What I really had to fear

Were the monsters in my head.
Sarah M Gillihan
Written by
Sarah M Gillihan  Fort Worth
(Fort Worth)   
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