Monsters

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The monsters no longer live under my bed

They've made their home inside my head

They scream and shout through the night

When I'm alone and out of sight

They scratch and tear at my skin

It's not a battle I'm sure I'll win

I need them out or I'll go insane

They just can't get out of my brain

I'm losing my head

I wish that they has just stayed under the bed

They whisper things I don't want to hear

They tell me that my end is near

But oh my darling can't you see

That now the only monster here is me 

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