They used to tell me
That the monsters only lived
Under my bed.
But they're wrong.
The only monsters are in my head.
They control me, like I'm a
Puppet on a string. The puppeteer
Forces me to say certain things,
Forces me to self harm, forces me
To commit suici-
The monsters are lovely.
The monsters are kind.
The monsters care for me.
The monsters protect me.
The monsters save me.
The monsters-
Help me...
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Mental health poetry
PoetryA collection of poems about different mental health problems
