"Mommy, there's a monster under my bed."
Remember when I bled?
That was the beast
It wants to see me dead
Now hear me out at least
It is a vicious entity
And it won't ever leave
It's been there for an eternity
And you are too naive
You think it's unreal
You think I lie
Just want until you feel
Its sharp teeth in your eye
It wants me to die
And I don't know why
Mommy, I am scared
And I wish you cared
"Mommy, there's a monster in my head."
Remember when I bled?
That was the beast
It wants to see me dead
Now hear me out at least
I know I cut myself
But that never was my plan
You say "help yourself"
But I don't think I can
I know it's invisible
But I'm not just sad
You want a visual
But it's all in my head
It wants me to die
And I don't know why
Mommy, I am scared
And I wish you cared
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I don't think I have to explain that this is about being mentally ill.
Funny thing is, this poem didn't originate from a real idea, but from the drawing. I'm quite sure I saw a piece of art that looked like this before, but I don't know when or where. I had a picture stuck in my head and decided to draw it (without any other evidence, so if it's copied I must have a good memory at least haha) and then thought of the caption "Mom, there's a monster in my head". Well, that then inspired me to write a poem and here it is.
I decided to practice rhyming as well, I don't feel like I'm good at it but you know, the best way to learn us to try.
YOU ARE READING
It does get better.
PoésiePeople say it will get better. But to be fair, most of them never were in your place. They say you will get happy again, but how can they know? I've struggled with trauma, mental illnesses and self harm for many years. These are (mostly) poems - abo...
