Please, Monsters

i’ve written all the notes and tucked them safe in my head.


now I’m lying here pleading for monsters under my bed.

those I could fight with teeth and fists.

the ones inside have no weakness, no faults.


my bones they crush and my mind they taunt.

yet still, somehow, my stubborn heart beats,

and I exist.

Author's Note

Not a poet, just thoughts and feelings.

Reviews

[Gee]

Something to physically conquer rather than the mental turmoil. I always look at depression this way, you'd rather it show itself ad sores, warts, so that people believed in your illness.