Hello I can’t sleep, I’ve fallen in love with all the monsters inside my head
because they’re the only ones in my life who have cared enough to stay.
The other night I read about an old woman who died crushed beneath
a pile of her deceased husband’s suits and ties
and was only discovered three months later
by which time all the moths had flocked to eat holes in the clothing.
Don’t let that happen to me, please.
Don’t let me die crushed beneath this sadness
Waiting for all the monsters inside my head to flock like vultures
at the chance of finally being able to be let out.
Hello I can’t sleep either and this is why I do this job.
Listening to strangers on the other end sob.
I have monsters inside my head too; sometimes they sound just like you.
They whisper that everything is hopeless
and there’s no way out.
But they’re beautiful too.
As are you.
Because no matter what happens tonight or from now on,
they’ve found something they love and that, that is enough,
to help them stay.
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