But what if it is true ? And this problem starts with me and not you ?
What if it is all in my head ? And the monsters from when I was younger, are not dead ?
They no longer hide in the dark of my room, now it is in my head they loom.
What if my mom is right ? And I have lost the fight ?
Between sane and insane, but isn't it all the same ?
She says there is something wrong with me, I am sorry mom these monsters I can't flee.
They are in my head and rule my mind, the reason why I cannot find.
Maybe I grew up too soon, or maybe because I am like the moon.
A part of me is always hidden, because my words are not spoken but written
on paper she throws away, she simply doesn't want to know what I have to say.
YOU ARE READING
It's a journal
Şiir''Instead of blades, I use pens, but it is still my blood covering the pages.'' Comment or like if I have helped or inspired you. Also if you are having trouble or you are feeling down, Feel free to talk to me. I might not be able to take the pain...
