It's 3 in the morning
And I can't sleep
I watch them as they creep
Theres monsters in my room
They're coming after you
They creep, and crawl
They're shadows on my wall
They get closer
And closer
It's 3 in the morning
And I can't sleep
I watch them as they creep
Theres monsters in my room
They're coming after you
They're under my bed
They're all in my head
None of its real
It's not actually there
But I'm scared
They creep, and crawl
They're shadows on my wall
They get closer
And closer
It's 3 in the morning
And I can't sleep
I watch them as they creep
Theres monsters in my room
They're coming after you
There's hands on my neck
I feel as they squeeze
They get tighter
And tighter
It's 3 in the morning
And I can't breathe
I'm calling out for help
But I'm dying...
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Waving Through A Window
Poesía**While these poems reference suicide and self harm, they are in no way meant to promote it!! Read at your risk** When I look outside my window I don't get no peace of mind... Sequel: "Fading From Your Mind"
