My brain tells me to do bad things. It tells me to hurt people, to hurt the people who hurt me. It tells me I'll feel better after I punish them.
My brain tells me to hurt people who have never hurt me, to punish them for what they might do one day. It tells me I'll be saving...
I have a monster inside. It desires terrible things. When I am alone, or with people, it is asleep, or waiting. I'm not sure. It only gets to come out when I've drank too much or am under some substance's influence.
It wants me to hurt people...
Oh my god...it is true,it is all true.
Travels upright,175 pounds,vocalizes with screams & mutterings...has a face that has human like qualities with intelligence in it's eyes. ...travels with the biggest racoon anyone has ever seen!
First you see the racoon and then the...
Physical wounds have healed, emotional not so much.
This deep blackness that is within absorbs all that is good.
I have never known another way of living and
now I am supposed to find a way to be "normal" or the new normal.
I have no happy place within my soul, I have searched...
I call on the demon from down below
Please come up and take my soul
It is no longer needed for no one else cares
I was in need of love but no one would share
I call on the spirit please hear my cries
I am tired of living surrounded by lies
I need to be happy I need to be...
My "Monster" is the family cat. His real name is Cisco but I call him "Crisco" because he has cream colored yellowish tipped hair and is a little ball of blubber from eating the dog's food. His favorite spot is a cavity underneath the last stair in ...
He's never truly dead.
But all the same he is indeed a monster.
I never knew he would sneak up on me like he had.
I actually for a while thought my life was normal for a bit.
Before he came and reminded me of everything that went wrong.
Reminded me of what a freak I...
I have a monster that goes and comes. I never see it coming and it makes me feel numb.
It taunts me and teases, telling me Im not good enough, some days it's easy with me and some, it's pretty rough.
I fight my monster every time it arrives, it cuts me with it's imaginary...
Some are big. Some are small. Some are so loud you can't ignore them and some are shy little things that hide away, whispering.
We've all got monsters.
Monsters like to hide away in places you don't want to go, the dark alleys of your heart and mind where the secrets are...
My monster is not abusive nor is it passion. It is simply that i tear away at myself i love pain. Cuts, gashes, bits anything it brings me to my knees it is the pain that sets me off and lets it go. If you understand what a Sado-masochist is then you understand me
Sophisticated conversations held around the dinner table
Similar to a royal family. Only speaking of what is wrong with everyone else and never why. Especially never what could be wrong with your self. Only what you have done, and how you can never act that way, "it is not lady...
That one line...the one where he says "ogres are like onions"
Does that make me an onion? 'Cuz I really have to empathize with that statement.
So many pieces of me spread across so many layers, peeling away in some places and whole in others.
And my deepest layers...those are...
I am a gentleman through and through but what you don't see in the raging inferno of carefully repressed passion and a blazing hot intense sexuality that could give the sun a run for it's money. That is my monster, my passion - no not the trouserpython but what lies behind it. I...
Let me say that I don't actually have a monster...yet.But I have been hot on the trail of one for a couple of years now.It lives in the southeast and has been seen by reliable witnesses.This monster beast is five feet tall and covered with fur.It travels with a huge racoon.
By day, my life is peaceful & full of serenity. But, by night, the creature is released from its prison & takes over. In the morning, the taste of blood runs around my mouth but don't where it came from. The sun is what the creature fears & comes out when the moon is shown. The...
My husband of 27years ago walked out on me 5 weeks ago while I was at work came home to a noteWe had been having problems over the last two years then recently he had an operation for cancer I thought it would bring us closer,but once he came right he was gone
This time, I won't be pushing you away
I have tried that countless times and felt the dismay
Pausing to think, perhaps you have something to say
Other than turning my sparkles into mere grey.
Pleasing yourself, you come and you go
Only because there is little that I know
I have a Monster.
I suspect it rages in the heart of every man. I have taken mine and locked it deep, chained in the darkest of places in the hope that it does not tread on a spirit that once desired to be only gentle, caring and giving; loving. But as the years go by, and the...
He says casually as he strolls into my head. "I'm back and here to take over... life's been to easy for you the past few days and I wanted to come stir things up a bit." I try to push him out, I fight him with all my might. Maybe if I take another pill it will help...
My monster is sometimes my friend… adding to my creativity, allowing me to function days on end with little to no sleep, giving me the power to stand up for what I believe and voice my opinion, allowing me to live life the way it should be lived, with joy, hope...
you know it's there
it haunts you in your dreams
turning everything good
into horrible directions
it makes you feel awful things
about yourself, your friends,
your life, everything
you know it's there
when everything is good
you don't relax
because you know it's there
The layers surround her little world
a world of pain
pain penetrating her layer by layer
penetrating her innocence
innocence never known by her little world
Known as life to her
life that she has always struggled to love
always feeling cheated
feeling within layers of her despair...
They live within me, craving all the bad things. They want hate so I hate others. They want pain, so I hurt others to watch their tears. They want anger so I lash out. They want blood so I slit my wrists. They want perfection so I shove my fingers down my throat. They want my...
Today I died, just gave up hope. I jumped, fired, sliced, swallowed whatever I needed to escape… and yet I’m here, breathing, barely functioning, a shadow of myself.
Today I died, I gave control to the monster… to puppet as he chooses, taking me from...
Dieing with-in my soul is so painful to watch
Knowing I need to live, but how?
So much was destroyed, so much was taken
How do we go on, how do we move on
It is said the past is the past, so leave it there.
Okay, tell me how? I want to live a life.
I look around a see every-ones...
I have a monster it lives under my bed
I don't let it out often because he eats people
I have to keep him well hidden or friends will
Run in fear
I have a monster under my bed
I need him and he needs me
We share the same thoughts
And the desire to eat people
I have a...
my clutter brain
I say my,
comatose state of mine
squeak, squeak, squeak
fining my words to speak
nothing but cries,
cries of many trying to escape
a child born not knowing
grow, my sweets, grow
only to be smashed by hate
grow, my friend, grow
only to be buried by lies...
She goes through life
never knowing left from right
love from hate
warmth from cold.
She is expected to a productive member of society,
With no one ever telling her how.
Never giving her the tools to know the differenences in feelings
and how to feel more than one at a...