My monsters

My monsters don’t live under my bed
They don’t try to hide they come at full force when they want
My monsters live in my head  
There’s nothing more they love to do than haunt

Hoping to make me self-destruct from the inside
Ripping their way through anything they can
Every day trying to keep the rope around me tightly tied
Whispering to my mind you’re a dead man

Always there hovering over every thought trying to get in
Waiting for the day I give up the fight
To sink me lower then I’ve ever been
To get that suicidal fire to ignite

Making my bones tremble
They scream and howl for me to give in
making each breathe barely breathable
Begging for me and them to become one once again