By NayEunique:
The Boogeyman, Bigfoot and all the other Terrors you may have read about or seen on TV, has nothing, absolutely nothing on the Real life MonSter that lives inside of me.
No goon or goblin can come close.
A Freddy, A Jason, can’t compare
To the MonSter in which my body it resides.
I’m literally a walking nightmare.
Ripped to shreds from the inside
Everyday I take a beating.
Sleepless nights, restless mornings,
Pain and suffering is the MonSter’s
Only way of greeting.
My mind is a mine field.
Both figuratively and literally speaking.
What will detonate the bombs first, the MonSter or my mental?
The anticipation and worry, like an addict, has me tweaking.
The MonSter seems so methodical, calculating. It definitely takes its sweet time.
Torturous, savagely, callously. I take hit after hit. The MonSter constantly reminding me that my body is no longer mine.
Invaded, inhabited, an intrusion of what once belonged solely to me,
Has been stolen, kidnapped, confiscated.
A life sentence. Forever gripped by disease.
Unrecognizable, unfamiliar, I’m definitely not who I use to be. Little to no similarities to who I once was to who I am now. A stranger
I am unto me.
Strong, confident, no worries, it all sounds foreign. Just a dream. No longer reality.
Because of the MonSter they’ve been replaced with words like sorrow, despair and anguish. Already, and more than once, I’ve come face to face with my mortality.
I’ve begged, prayed, pleading for relief. Literally on my knees, many nights, I’ve cried. Just to have a tiny piece of peace, less pain, just a smidgen of sleep, but the MonSter, it never complies.
I suffer. In silence. Out loud. The MonSter doesn’t really care. As long as suffering is the theme, what seems to bring the MonSter joy, is my despair.
The MonSter’s company loves my misery so misery it makes me keep. To feel both numbness and pain from my skin to my bones, the awful sensation runs so deep.
I could go on and on about my prison cell, the one the MonSter made sure to build without a key. So it may wreak havoc, chaos, destruction from literally head to toe, merciless on my exhausted body.
A bump in the night, a blood sucking vampire, all kids play, just make believe. They have nothing, absolutely nothing on the real life MonSter that lives inside of me.
