Keep the door locked, please.
Don’t let the monster inside.
It’s already stained my sheets.
There’s nowhere to hide.
Keep the windows shut.
Don’t let in the light.
It makes me cut.
I’ve no will for fight.
Keep the room cold.
If it’s warm I will sleep.
In my dreams, my soul is sold.
For now, it’s yours to keep.
Keep me out of the world.
I’m helpless in fight.
My body is curled.
And I’ve lost my sight.
Keep away from the monster.
If it gets you, you will no longer be.
Keep away from the monster.
The monster in me.
Words won’t exit my mind,
They stay and infect my life,
They torture my soul,
I scream and cry in this hole.
I’m stuck without a rhythm,
Can’t get the words on paper,
But its not words I’m trying to convey,
Its emotion.
So how can I do that with description?
How can I show you how I feel through words?
It’s like trying to describe being in a cloud.
It’s trying to describe the silence that seems so loud.
Do you know the pain that makes you want to end your life?
Even if all that you have is a knife,
You don’t mind the physical pain,
Because you know that you will finally be done with this misery.
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Keep the door locked, please.
Don’t let the monster inside.
It’s already stained my sheets.
There’s nowhere to hide.
Keep the windows shut.
Don’t let in the light.
It makes me cut.
I’ve no will for fight.
Keep the room cold.
If it’s warm I will sleep.
In my dreams, my soul is sold.
For now, it’s yours to keep.
Keep me out of the world.
I’m helpless in fight.
My body is curled.
And I’ve lost my sight.
Keep away from the monster.
If it gets you, you will no longer be.
Keep away from the monster.
The monster in me.
Words won’t exit my mind,
They stay and infect my life,
They torture my soul,
I scream and cry in this hole.
I’m stuck without a rhythm,
Can’t get the words on paper,
But its not words I’m trying to convey,
Its emotion.
So how can I do that with description?
How can I show you how I feel through words?
It’s like trying to describe being in a cloud.
It’s trying to describe the silence that seems so loud.
Do you know the pain that makes you want to end your life?
Even if all that you have is a knife,
You don’t mind the physical pain,
Because you know that you will finally be done with this misery.
N