Poems of the lost

even monsters

my therapist says I should use my stubbornness
to fight the thoughts in my head
(yk, those ones that make you want to be dead)
but the problem with that is I'm only stubborn
about the things I don't believe
(and in those I do, they're the truth that I perceive)

she says not to let them take control,
not to follow them down a rabbit hole
(but how can you, when you fall?)
she says not to allow them to develop
(but how can you hang up that call?)

because even monsters deserve to live
(even if their residence is in my head)
because I always search for light in the darkness
(even if that darkness is my death)