Monsters

I see nothing but a facade.
A fake.

I try.

I try to hide my scars.
My new wounds.

I try to hide my secrets.
And my promises.

I try to hide my pain.
And only to show a smile.
A fake smile.

I try to hide my screams and my pleas.
And I luagh to make others happy.

A fake.

Thats all I am.
All I will ever be.
All I can give.
All I can accept.
All I can handle.

I fear the dark.
No, the things in the dark scare me.
Im afraid.
Those things will come.
Come take the good.
If there is any left in me.

I fear that the monster aren't under my bed anymore.
I fear, no, I know they are inside me.
Hiding deep inside.
Waiting.
For the time.
When I stop faking.
And they can show themselves.

But then, I'll be lonely.
No one wants a depressed girl.
Or wants to be friends with one.

I'll be lonely forever.
No one.
Just the dark feelings.
Just the hate.
Just the anger boiling inside me.
Just the pain that never seems to leave.
Just the tears that keep pouring out of my bloodshot eyes.
Just the blood that drips out of my viens.

Just me and the monsters.