Monsters.

2014

Sometimes, I wonder if anyone will ever see my monsters.
If anyone will understand my pain, that is stained,
on all of the many small, cracked, shattered pieces of my heart.
But then again, how is anyone supposed to understand or know me
if I dont even know myself?
Every lesson and hole that has been punched into this heart,
has supposedly made me grow into this young, beautiful, smart woman?
Well Ive found that monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep in your head.
So, I sit here,
I clean my wounds with liquor,
I comfort my sorrows, and
I drink until I cant feel.
While, all of these monsters chip away at all of my bones,
they sink into and climb under my skin,
they pry their way into my veins.
Now, floating as they flow through out my entire body like poison..
they watch as I wither down to nothing and constantly wonder..

Who the f**k am I.