My room was different when you hurt me,

it started showing me monsters I never saw before.

You shot me on my leg,

then kicked my wound.

I bled out on my bed,

and the monsters began to talk inside my head.

 

I was always in the eye of your storm,

the flood came, and the wind swarmed.

My life sunk in slow motion,

like a wrecked boat in the middle of the ocean.

Then the second I thought I would survive after all,

your tidal wave came, and took me off course.

 

However the monsters that were under my bed,

I started to make friends with them.

They helped me get big and strong,

they helped me realize what you did was wrong.

 

The ocean was cold and blue,

it was reckless and showed no bounds.

The water reminded me of you,

the ocean swept me off the shore and show me around,

all I wanted to was get out.

 

I recall the time I took your hand and held it,

I finally saw hope like I was coming out of a pit.

My eyes began to light up, like lit up candles,

and the walls I built around me, slowly began to dismantle.

 

Only the monsters that I grew to know,

reminded me that not too long ago,

that you are the reason I have such a dark cloud,

and once again, I got angry and loud.

 

The nights I encounter have no stars,

your weapon of choice was the sharpest of spears.

Now because of you I feel like a black alley cat,

and the monsters will never let me forget that.

 

So in the room with the monsters I stay,

because the weather you created outside is always so grey.

However, one day, the sun came out,

it took away the clouds.

 

So I go outside when the monsters are under my bed,

and the outside isn't so bad.

But your sun is like a ticking time bomb,

I know that it won't last,

and the monsters have me in the palm of their hands, 

and their shadows will recast.

 

The bomb explodes,

your weather gets cold,

I run back to my room,

and the monsters tell me, "I told you so".