In the shadowed depths of my mind, they creep,

Monsters born from thoughts I keep,

Silent whispers, haunting cries,

Twisting truths and crafting lies.

In the dead of night, they stir,

Phantoms of the things that were,

Regrets that claw, doubts that bind,

Feeding on my fractured mind.

At night, when I am alone in bed,

They whisper things inside my head.

They tell me that I will never be enough,

T...

there’s a monster under my bed,

instead of asking mum to scare him off,

i told her to sing to him,

so he stayed,

because i was lonely,

and mum was not there,

it was only,

me,

him,

and my tears....

In the dead of night, when shadows creep,

While the rest of the world is fast asleep,

A monster lurks under your bed, twisted and grim,

It slithers forth, creeping closer, inch by inch,

It’s long, clawed fingers, tapping slow,

Waiting for its time to hunt its prey.

Close your eyes and hold your breath,

Pray morning comes, and saves you from death.

For in the darkness,

A monster with blood red ey...

There’s a monster under my bed. I hear it breathing. Feel it breathing. As if each breathe it takes, lifts me up ever so slightly. I can smell it. The same aroma I smelt not long ago, perhaps only 20 minutes ago some where in the house. My body is rigid with anticipation, adrenaline. I’m ready to pounce the first chance I get. I cannot let it win over me again, not again. Every day, every night, I...

There’s a monster under my bed

I can feel his presence

The heaviness of it makes it hard to breath

His red eyes glare at me

Waiting for me to drift to sleep

So he can snatch me and drag me with him to his hallow home

My eyes are shut now

He slithers out of the darkness

His body hovers over mine

Although my eyes are shut I know he is there waiting for me

I can feel his warm muggy breath on my skin...

There’s a monster under my bed

Though it might just be my meds

Like my mother and father said

“Lilith, it’s all just in your head.”

The monster tells me these things

The words make my brain sting

I know I shouldn’t give in

But thoughts continue to ring

My walls are painted white

My bed coverings tucked in tight

No other sign of living life

Except for me speaking my fright

They held my ...