'hurt' 'lost' 'fear' 'monsters'
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I find myself awake at this hour.
I can’t sleep.
Monsters crawl across the floor.
Shadows haunt the edges of my vision.
Demons hang from the ceiling.
Everybody wants to be a god.
God! I would ruin everything.
Everything that I touch,
Touches of chaos on earth.
Earth becomes still,
Still I continue to destroy.
Destroying love and hope,
"Hey, look this way," the deepest darkest monster of them all was whispering.
Grab that knife
Grab the pills
Grab the razor
Grab something that will take your life
Don’t fear the monsters under your bed
For they are poorly hid
They stand out and demand to win
But they are nothing compared to them.
