They will not let me sleep,
Instead, all I do is weep.
Trapped in my head,
Whispering how I should be dead.
Killing me from within,
As the pain seeps from my skin.
Even though I'm told it's not true,
I believe it, wouldn't you?
YOU ARE READING
monsters
PoetryWhat monsters hide under your bed? Or more importantly, i n y o u r h e a d ? *trigger warning*? ***trigger warning*** (when applies: lowercase is intentional)
