These monsters I talk about, they don't live under my bed , they are alive and blooming in my head. They're my only friends all I ask is that you don't take them away. Their all I have. They're the voices in my head, they talk and talk about there day, seeking a different kind of attention. when I'm alone, it's about me. all though some are nice they can be rude. they're like you, in away you wouldn't believe. In away you don't hope. they too are a reason for theses scars.