Can't eat. Can't breathe
Most of the time I'm afraid to sleep.
Window open, fresh air.
How long would it take me to fall down there?
Would it hurt? Would I bleed?
Would it even put me to sleep?
In closets, under beds,
No, my monsters are in my head.

Tight rope, loose noose,
Come on just need a little boost.
Cool water, warm blood.
Could I stay under long enough?
Drink the Kool-Aid, follow the group.
Do everything the voices tell you to.
Long nights, more screams.
I'm coming apart at the seams
In closets, under beds.

My monsters are in my head.

~Helen Alexandria