there's a monster in my room reminding me of how i should be scared in my every single waking. it loves to crawl under my bed, sometimes lie with me while i try to fall asleep in the ocean of dread. it loves to bite my flesh and worries away though it always never forget to leave it's marks with red patches and purple bruises. its sharp claws dig into my skin like an injection, sedating my inner demons as they turmoiled. i could hear them screaming with millions of voices, but one stands out most, it's my own; yelling help, at the same time, a suicide note.
—combustingcolours
