In my dreams they come alive--
so much stronger now than when the sun is out.
The monsters are real,
especially at night.
They whisper their lies to me,
planting horrid visions in my head--
yes, they want to see me dead.
I see my wrists covered in blood,
my lifeless body floating in a river,
a knife at my throat,
or an empty orange bottle that once contained pills,
I hear the wails of my loved ones--
why are they crying?
I'm right here, aren't I?
...am I dead?
More crying--
such a heartbreaking sound.
No, this isn't what I want!
I'm sorry for wanting to die--
I didn't mean it!
Please, make this go away!
I sit up, my breathing rapid and shallow--
my face covered in sweat.
Oh, it was all a dream?
Suddenly my chest is heavy with sorrow and pain,
like a large weight sits upon it.
The monsters whisper their taunts to me,
filling my head with lies.
Louder and louder they get--
it's all I can hear:
"How much better it would be if you were dead"
"No one loves you"
"Everyone's lying to you"
"You're such a terrible person"
"You don't deserve shit"
The tears spill silently from my eyes--
I bite my lip to keep from screaming.
At night, I am weakest--
this they know well--
so they lie in wait until I'm alone in my bed,
all the lights turned off.
At night, the monsters come out to play.
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Monsters Inside My Head
PoetryWARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my fir...
