And it always feels like these little monsters under your bed.
You are not able to see them
But you know that they are near.
Once there was a person who was able to send all these monsters away.
And even if she wasn't able to send them away, she told me that everything will be okay.
But now, she is gone.
And the monsters are growing, each day.
They are getting bigger and bigger and there is nothing left to do than
Hoping for an angel to come, hoping for death to come.