As young children we are told monsters don't exist We are told as young children they are simply figments of our imaginations We have our parents check under our beds and look in our closets But what our parents have seemed to forgotten to tell us is that the monsters live among us
No, these monsters aren't a black figure with long fingers creeping out of our closet No, these monsters don't try to grab my feet as I get up at night These monsters can look as real as humans and can be hidden as well as a chameleon You see not all these monsters are humans
Some of them live in our minds They are like a parasite that can not be ridden of quickly The monster comes out most when I am alone It holds me in its arms as it tells me how worthless I am The monster makes the night so appealing that it will not let me rest
It will tell me that I am useless, pathetic, and nothing as I try to close my eyes It will shut off my emotions during the day so at night it can remind me of how much pain I am in It tells me to put slits and marks and cuts on myself because that's the only thing that will make me feel better It tells me how no one will ever care what I have to say because I am nothing special
This monster is not something we can see This monster is not something we can touch This monster is not something we can taste
This monster is known as depression.
Monsters will forever live among us. I know this because I have this monster the same as many of you do
i wish you'd leave me alone i wish you'd leave my head like how you leave me in the morning i wish i could make it go away with a whispered lullaby like the monsters under the bed i wish i could stick a knife in it you're still standing there so perfectly and it feels like a tragedy when you smile at me and it's not like how i remembered it.
All the forgotten lawns, and far apart, and monsters in the darks. The cross country farms, some kids are playing on. Thus, our liberation falls, a soldier dies, a family cries. See dropping blood! Oh Hallelujah! Oh Jesus Christ! All waters are iced, and the bread smells of rot. And ghosts knocking at the door, right? For its the wicked king's payments time!
it had been only a nightmare, i told myself. but when i awoke he was still there. in the corner of my room. he was not staring at me but the window, everything was pitch black. i looked out the glass and saw more. “they will hurt you” he said. “i will protect you.” i looked away from the window to him. “but for how long will you last?” i asked, “and how long will they be there?” he looked at me. his ****** eyes into mine, “eternity.” i wept silently as the banging on my door started. “honey, it’s mom! im home.” my mom called, as i got up to open the door, a force stopped me. i looked at him. “it’s them. not her.” he said. “don’t come near me.” i replied to the banging. “let me in, he’s mind tricked you, we’re all trying to save you!” she yelled back. his eyes weren’t ****** anymore and suddenly he was starting to look less humanized. “mom come get me!” i cried. until i opened the door and everyone was gone. i woke up. on the floor of the bathroom. leaving there, i saw my families dead bodies. blood everywhere. i saw him. “their blood is on your hands.” i looked down holding an axe.