A car moving too fast.
A mirror, broken into a million pieces.
3 and a half years of your life, wasted.
Sounds of a shattered record.
The grunt of disgust.
That god-awful word, uttered again.
The repeating days, over and over.
The same morning, the same day.
The same afternoon, the same night.
A beast with a verdant colored head.
Another one with grey scales over his eyes.
Is it worth it?
Did I put enough work in?
Only time will tell.
The smile and embrace of a brother.
The reassuring words of a lover.
You're enough. Let it go.
And so, you don't drink poison any longer.
You breathe free. You feel smells.
You touch the grass.
You're loved.
Just because you let go.
You look back at the monstrosities, that threatened you in the night.
They are all gone, wallowing in their own sickening pride.
But you ride your fast car.
You made your decision.
You left tonight, you'll live and die another way.
Thank you, Tracy. Thank you, Jim.

You may think
I'm the monster
It is just the skin I wear
Warm to myself but
Intended to scare
The real ones out there

it's truly crazy
how alone i feel
surrounded by monsters
wearing human masks

Heart racing, mind pacing... thinking of the times when everything was perfect. One simple **** up and your greatest fears come to haunt you. You close the windows to your mind to keep the bad thoughts out. The thoughts of fears and sadness. But then, the monsters get in and sing us lullabies to make us feel alright.
The things we would only wish to never go through. Sometimes we feel broken, hurt... we don’t really understand life. Our demons come to us as things we really like.. music, relationships, material things. Things that eat us up inside and and we fight to keep em in our lives but alas, the monsters get in and sing us lullabies to make us feel alright.
We fight and fight knowing that these things are ba *** us but they’re so sweet to the lips like candy in the mouth of a child. We fight to keep these things in our lives because they’re our favourite addiction. Much better than any joint, greater than any video game. We fight and fight to keep these things in our lives, but just when we think we’re about to lose the battle... the monsters get in and sing us lullabies to make us feel alright.

I want love,
I want support and kindness and peaches
and all the sugar that comes with love.
I want to know someone’s out there
who’s got my back,
who can push me up and let me pull them up.
I want a person who can tell me
that everything will be okay
without me ever doubting them.
I want the comfort of love;
the fluttery, butterflies-in-your-stomach
feeling you get,
like when you’re laying in bed
having just up next to someone,
someone gorgeous, someone lovely.
I want love,
but I’m scared.
I’m scared to love because
what if i fall too far,
what if I drag everyone down with me?
I don’t want to be stuck somewhere
with no place to go
and no one to talk to
but the monsters in my head;
they’re not very good company.
They hand me flowers,
with a sticky-sweet note,
then startle me and pretend
that it was my fault the vase slipped
out of my hands
and shattered all over the ground.
They make me walk
on the pieces of broken glass
just for fun.
They remind me that I’m not worthy of love,
that I should just accept that and move on.
I’d rather be alone
if the other option was to have them by my side.
I’m scared to love
In case everyone leaves me
and I’m stuck,
****** and broken hearted,
with the monsters.

I just keep thinking
It will end.
But we create
Monsters
And feed them
With silence