Monsters scream inside my head. They start with a whisper in the morning. Throughout the day they grow so loud. I can barely make it one day without crying. They scream, telling me to give up, that no one cares, that i should die. And some days. I like to think they're right. And some nights. I cry. As they screech, having grown from a scream, in my head. I try to scream back. Telling them "its my story not yours." Or sometimes when I'm alone, and it gets worse, "JUST SHUT UP. SHUT UP. I HATE YOU. YOU'RE WRONG. JUST SHUT UP. AND LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY". But instead. I go through the day. Quietly and seeming as if nothings wrong. But when I'm alone. Everything is wrong. My monsters scream.
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All The Small Things
No FicciónAll the small things. All the shit I feel like ranting and venting about so maybe for once someone can see the world from a fucked up teens perspective.
