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Late Night Thoughts


When we were little the monsters were under our beds But now that we're older the monsters are in our heads The most pain we experienced was scraped knees But now it's a life full of mistakes and pain that makes us freeze In shock, in disbelief that something so simple can hurt so much From our parents soothing us as babies with a single touch To not even wanting to be near them and arguing every day Life being full of colors and hope to be being dull and grey We really wanted to be older, we wanted to be grown up But now that we look at it being older isn't so fun close-up How I wish that I could that I could be a kid once again I wish all the intense and endless pain Would finally just disappear That it would finally just stop causing me such fear. We would draw on paper or even on the walls Now we paint our wrist with our sharp blades… As a kid we had more falls than anything else But now we’re scared to fall in love Because anything beautiful fades For our amusement we capture the lovely dove, And we cut the beautiful rose and just watch it die. But love is no different because everything changes as soon as you blink Your appearance changes as each year goes by Your minds use to seem in sync But now you can't even understand each other And that's what frightens us the most, rejection.
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