Monsters.

The monsters that I thought was under my bed or In my wardrobe have silently crawled into my head. I try to make them escape but its like their me now. telling me things I already know and don't want to hear. I try and cancell them out but I always end up listening and i can't get through. I'm in that deep dark place right now, and writing this is the only way of figuring 'me' out. I knew they'd always be right, I guess I just can't think now.