Monster

When I was little,
I thought the monsters were under my bed.
Imaginary creatures beneath me.

In reality,
They were in my head.
The monster was me… the monster wasn't gone.

I wished and hoped that it was a dream,
But that wasn't what it was… at all.

I caused the pain and misery…
Hurt everyone around me

Including myself

I couldn't control it,
It grasped me…
Held on to hard that I couldn't get away.

The blood was dripping…
It was the only way to get away from the monster…
But then it took control.
Going deeper… no clean skin left on my arm…
It went to other places… legs, stomach, throat, everywhere imaginable.

Before the darkness is when the monster took the bottle off the shelf… and shoved every pill down my throat…

I tried to control the monster but it was impossible… it was too strong… too strong to shove away, too strong to run from…
The darkness is all it wanted.