soccerkat5

It's nighttime when I wake up. My head pounds and my ears ring, almost as if I have been drinking too much. I press a hand to my temple and use the other to move the blinds that cover the window up so that I can stare out through the glass at the lit-up city. Although it's night and the lights are dim, my eyes start to water and I close them again, falling back onto my pillow. I let out a deep breath, then sit up and swing my feet over the side of my bed, opening my eyes to peer around my room. I am shocked at the scene before me. It's as if some sort of monster has come through the room. The few picture frames I had on my dresser are now br

Every morning, I wake up with a monster inside of me. It screams for me to grab the nearest knife And plunge it into my heart. Every afternoon, I force the monster away From the center of my mind. Every night, it creeps closer. Every night, it threatens me with its sinuous whispers. Every night, I wish the monster would win.