Their hands are running over me
Clawing desperately at my insides
They can look all they want
They won't find anything of value
Everything's been lost to insanity
To anxious habits and vicious teeth
Blue waves that lifted me from my nightmares
I stopped feeling that high when depression crawled in
A nothingness has enveloped me in a hug
Tighter than my own self control
Devouring me with salivating mouths
The monsters that lurk in the dark
Who touch me with angry hands
And wait for me to walk alone
They know where I went
To a place where the truth is written in the mirror
In blood red, they remind me every day
I'm my own monster
YOU ARE READING
What's Wrong
Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind
