I tell them,
"I'm fine,
It doesn't bother me,"
And "They can't get to me,"
But when I'm alone,
I drop the facade,
I cut myself open,
And stare at the beautiful scarlet,
It doesn't hurt,
Not like their words,
The ones that constantly haunt me,
Mock me,
Create me.
I turn into a monster,
One i never thought I'd become,
I never imagined I'd take pleasure in pain,
Or that I'd like the blood,
As it trickles down ivory skin.
Who would've thought
That I'd crave the knife,
The razor,
Or that I'd take pleaseure in this game?
The one I'm so good at winning,
and never consider losing.
It's so very simple,
Cut,
Shower,
Cover it up.
It's the monster in me,
One you can't break,
He's much stronger than you,
Stronger than me too.
People will try,
And think they succeed,
But I'll always go back.
I love my monster,
The one always fighting to come out,
He just wants to play,
And play I do,
Sometimes,
I even want to unleash him,
And show the world,
My beautifl,
Little monster.
