Monsters That Surround Me

Thanks to all that have brought this upon me.

Thanks to all that still don’t see.

This thing that remains still deep with in me

Cannot heal if I’m not set free.

Free from all these monsters that surround me.

The ones in my head and the ones that I see.

Free from all these monsters that follow me.

Not only them but the one I’ve come to be.

When you fingers tap or you speak right to me

My insides go cold and get colder, they freeze.

You seem like a dark, scarey monster to me.

So much so that I want to leave.

Not leave this life that god has given me.

Leave you, my mind and all my sanity.

If I wanted you to, I’d let you feel me

My skin, fears and tears that no eye can see.

Like no other but me

That can see

These monsters that live inside me

Monsters that also walk every street

Can never ever tell or say to me

That in this thing inside believes

Deep down to the skin that supports me

Will be with you till the age of ninty-three

Or that you will forever be with me

Because this thing is a working machine.

And all these monsters are with in and behind me

Cannot feel the feelings that monsters feel

No, they cannot feel the real pain inside me.

And they cannot see…that this is simply not ment to be.