Simply: Third Collection of Poetry

Those Monsters

I grew up with the monsters around me who made their home inside my head. They would travel from their mouth and crawl into my ears like they were arriving at their destination.
Home sweet home I suppose.

But I never knew different.

That was the daily life of an innocent girl who just wanted to feel loved. So she sought that feeling somewhere else. But those monsters inside her head remained and multiplied with each new beloved that came for a visit.

So when finally they visited, oh boy were these demons in for a surprise.
They never housed anything so ferocious, so malicious, so freeing, even hell itself shuttered at the corridors this beast ambled through in her brain. Not a single thought was left unturned by these creatures that sought out the joy only to pulverize its existence. They destroyed me from the inside out, and left me faltering into oblivion. It was at this moment I knew what I had become: the very monster inside her head.

She grew from living to just merely existing for her demon's sake between the deafening grey nothingness that enveloped her being. She no longer even considered herself human, none the less a creature. Why should I have thought any different? In my mind, I was nothing. Just a thing that breathes other people's air, to numb to no longer care about safety or rebellion of my own soul. That soul has long gone and vanquished; lost in the abyss of my mind.

So I continued on without knowing why. Just one step after another while those monsters sought refuge in the crevasses of my mind where she let them reside, to be forever intertwined. This was the life of her, controlled by the numbness.