Im a broken soul
Laughing and twirling
Under the stars
Of the bleeding Heavens

The monster under my bed
It crawled in my head
It whispers to me I’d be better off dead

It’s made me cry
But its made me less lonely
It’s made me want to scream
But it’s given me answers

that’s why when you grow up you no longer believe in monsters under your bed because they are all in your head

This seems to be the phrase that controls my life
Why do I have to clean my room
Because I'm the adult and I said so
Why can't have this
because i'm the adult and i i don't want u to have it
why do you hit me
because i'm the adult
why do you always leave bruises and scars on me
because i'm the adult and i felt like it

I have a fascination with
all things love,
Daydreams constructing expectations
and a daily need for a thing which
I have yet to experience,
It's an obsession which has
evolved into a fear ~
Fear of a broken heart,
of a lonely life,
of distracted dreams.

~ Funny my ability to
overthink.