I have these monsters inside of my head
Taunting me saying one day I'll be dead
Laughing at my committed sins
The thoughts slither through my skin
Ripping apart the skin of my mind
Demons of our poor lost times
Smell of sulfur and burning death
In my dream i see my death
My soul seeping and leaking from the seams
Now hear my suppressing screams
Swallow all that deep down really hurts
Choking as i die it really works
Not only is a few who feels this way
Some of us die each and everyday
Lost words and so much pain
Beat by parents and left in the rain
We runaway or take pills
Yell and scream wish but it never heals
Its not that we take risky doors
We just cant deal with it anymore
So we cut to feel again
Then we drink and smoke to forget again
Some kill themselves because of pain
Its teens like us lost in the rain....
© Patrick Nonnemacher