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,

That I’m a waste of space, unworthy of love.

They feed off my guilt, my shame, and my sins.

They say I am a monster, in a woman’s skin.

They laugh as they tell me that I will never be saved,

And promise they’ll haunt me till I’m dead in my grave.

Echoes of a past misled,

Dreams long buried with the dead,

Every fear and every tear,

Fuels the monsters lurking near.

Chains of guilt, unyielding tight,

Bind me in the blackest night,

Despair’s cold hand upon my heart,

Tearing every inch of my soul apart.

Memories like jagged glass,

Slicing me open with the shards of my past.

Shadows lengthen, darkness falls,

As the mind's grim monster calls.

In this abyss, I stand alone,

Battling demons of my own,

Searching for the light that hides,

The girl who I know still lives inside.

And even in the darkest place,

I seek a glimpse, a fleeting grace,

A whisper of a dawn to find,

To slay the monsters of my mind.