Shadowgirl said 10 years ago:

What is the feeling we get,
when we lay awake in our rooms
alone,
thinking about unexisting sorrows that shoot through our minds,
but we are the ones who draw the bow.

We create our own monsters,
with a needle and thread,
and when the sun falls
and the stars awaken,
we stuff those monsters under our bed.

And our tears escape their dark prison,
and they swim down our cheeks
to meet with their friends on the cloud beneath our heads,
while we lay awake
creating the razored mouthed monsters

Just beneath our beds

Jessica_love said 10 years ago:

Monsters Dance inside my head, going from door to door.
Playing and jumping on the bed that has left my soul no more

Is it ok to let them and is it ok to not care
While I’m lying in a corner, just pulling out my hair

It’s ok to let them, they were born because of me
Born because of what I may choose to want to believe
Born because of what I see

Do I see what I truly am,
Or what I’m SAID to be?