There’s monsters under my bed.

Or maybe they’re just figments of my imagination, 

that linger in my head. 

They’re coming to get me.

But there’s no one to be seen,

maybe I should just let it be.

But oh, no, they’re back again.

Or am have I lost my mind completely?

Nope. It’s just that I can’t make amends. 


About zedmondson

Zoe. 22. Australia. I'm writing to share my experiences with Bipolar Disorder with others. I believe in fighting stigma surrounding mental illness. I believe in being able to wear my heart on my sleeve; or on my blog. And I believe in myself. That's what my blog is all about. Hope you enjoy x View all posts by zedmondson

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