Poems of a broken artist

The monsters under my bed

i find myself alone, not distracting myself from life, instead

i'm listening to the demons in my head, 

as they tell me to sleep instead

of finding out what is really hiding under the bed. 

but i guess the monsters where all in my head

as i read a book instead, 

of listening to the truth in my head. 

and i'm afraid of what's inside my own home. 

as thoughts never leave me alone, 

they were never my friends they were my worries gone haywire. 

I'm afraid of the truth so i choose to lie instead. 

the begging doesn't save me, the thoughts in my head.

the monsters under my bed. 

have eaten my hope instead, 

of staying inside my head.