A True Monster

Here on my arms lies a mark that I made,

To punish my body for being a mess,

Hiding the pain,

Hiding the tears that fall like rain.

Saying am fine when I'm anything but,

The ache inside rips out my gut.

You would never know it.

The constant pain I feel, 

When they tell me "You will be happy one day"

But what they seem to forget,

Is after each day comes the night.

Days of endless struggle,

More hopeful pills today,

Trying to appear "normal"

In some sort of way.

Because of it I'm lost,

In a place I know so well,

Because of it I'm unhappy,

In a place where so much beauty lies.

And just so you know,

It is a monster,

That destroys both heart and soul,

It is a vulture,

That will make anyone its prey.