Self Monsters

I have awful thoughts
in my head,
its even scaring the monsters
under my bed.
Stealing the light
away from the
moon,
eclipsing ever
so soon.
I'd stab you in the
back if
I didn't only
have a spoon.
I'll dig my
own hole,
deeper and deeper,
just until I
feel a bit
cleaner.
I'm buzzing like
am addict,
experienced like one
too.
But here I am,
barely able
to tie my own
shoe.
My eyes have been
heavy for
days,
even weeks.
But here everyone
is, watching
my head leak.
I'll break up
night and day,
and leave you
all alone.
I'm never
fucking
coming
back
home.