They always warned us about monsters under our beds but sadly we learned they live in our heads, one at a time they will go stronger, as you get older the better the monster is good at hiding. As you sit alone in a dark room with a blade in your right hand you begin to tear up as you take it close to your wrist on cut there and two cuts here then the blood begins to drip on the floor as if it were to flood your room, you don't feel the pain because your so focused in the blood sliding down your arm like nothing ever happened, your tears drop on your arm it mixes with the blood, still your just sitting there, not giving a care in this fucked up society we live in, nobody would care, nobody would notice, the blood drips faster then the tears on your face slide down your cheeks, this may be the end but yet your still hoping for tomorrow.
{j.m.t}
