I keep wondering what the monsters under my bed and the snakes in my head really mean.

I've already made friends with them all,
as I sit rocking back in forth in my corner.

Oh things you do when you are alone. Is it sad I call them home?

I've never really been able to escape them.
But they are the things that never left me as the world moved on and the depression sat in.

Not even my best friend came to check on me and ask me if I was okay,
but I would lie anyways and say I was fine.

Yes perfectly fine even though my head was about to explode,
but the monsters taught me that's okay, that I should be radioactive and light up the nighttime sky like a firecracker then I'd be seen.

Oh these monsters I keep petting.
At least someone sits here keeping the knife away from me.

But yet it seems my daggers blade is already cutting me,
because each day I'm slipping more and more away.

The monsters voices are the only reason I know I'm alive because I still have my hearing.

But I still question everyday why I was left alone in this empty home to disappear and for not a soul to care.

The monsters will leave me to as I slip away into deaths room.

Wow that was dark. I'm promise I'm not a dark person. I'm a happy person.
I really don't know why this popped into my head probably because of all the paranormal stuff I've been reading.
Thanks for reading Loves!
Song- My Immortal By: Evanescence