Monster The silence is eating us both alive. The monster in your eyes is the fear in mine. You say these things, and only to me. I want to scream, to run and hide, But yet again I let it slide. I want to scream, and call you out, But I keep telling myself it's all my fault. The room is empty, it's only me. I'm big and strong, it's all in my head. But if that's so, why's my wrist bled? It's me and you, A cornered room. I said I'd scream, I'd kick and fight, But I just keep saying I'll be alright. But I find myself. Crying. Praying. Dying. Will I really?