When we were younger Demons were the monsters living under our bed, we never thought we'd see the day they resided in our head. We spent years hearing of kids with dark thoughts, who were seen with marks on their forearms, they took pills of every kind, just so we saw the blunt little twinkle in their eye. But now we know the fear, of running from our own thoughts, and the fear of nightmares haunting our sacred dreams. And there are thoughts we fear to utter, words we keep unspoken, promises that long nights have broken. But years from now, it'll be okay; and I promise you, I'll make sure you see the day.