Perfect Bait

Ill seeping. Thick. Lacking in beauty.

Me.

I hate myself.

No, im not being "Lol #relatable" and most definitely not trying to be on your ever lasting lists of "me too".

I actually and suffering from a painful, true self-loathing experience.

I am completely lost and I dont know ehat to do now. I need to let out anger or frustration or annoyance or what ever the FUCK this "emotion" is.

I try to find different apartments, with different furniture, different rooms, different drinks, different drugs. Different ANYTHING to get away from this feeling.

This feeling is seven feet and nine inches tall, a deep gray color with a static rim around its perimeter.

it is a he.

a him/ not just an it. but a HE.

I can feel his hot breath on my neck when he creeps up behind me.

heavy breathing.

every inhale he takes, he is stealing an exhale of mine.

soon enough, there is not enough oxygen for the both of us and he takes up every inch of it.

He has a smile made of barbed-wire. not meant to keep people out, but to keep people it.

We grow up with parents LYING TO US. Telling this monster doesn't exist. They looked under our beds and in our closets. They have looked him in the eyes and continued to tell us he does not exist.

little did they know.

this monster has always been inside of us.

It just takes the correct bait to drag him out.

Looks like I was the perfect pick.