Monsters

July 12, 2016

It's dark. /

I cannot rest. /

No longer can I weep. /

With eyes too dry and mind too weak. /

My heart pumps fast, /

I want to cry. /

Anxiety attacks, no telling why. /

Exhausting depression creeps in with the sun. /

There's no where to go, /

No where to run, /

With no relief, I peak under the bed, /

But all of the monsters reside in my head. /

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