Romans & histoires Monsters Inside My Head Lyrics

I see your monsters, I see your pain. Tell me your problems, I'll chase them away. I'll be your lighthouse. I'll make it okay. When I see your monsters I'll stand there so brave, and chase them all away. I'll chase them all away You've got the chance to see the light, even in the darkest night And I will be here like you were for me, so just let me in. Cause... I see your monsters, I see your pain. Tell me your problems,

"Mom! No, this can't be happening'' She threw herself to the floor and quickly brought her fingers to her mother's wrist to see if she had a pulse, but when she saw her mother lying on the floor full of blood she could not contain herself and began to cry while screaming ''Damn it, this can't be happening to me! Why to me?'' her face filled with tears and her makeup began to run from its place. Seeing her mother's phone on the floor she quickly grabbed it and saw she was still on the call, she brought it to her ear and heard the cries of pain from her father Noah and the laughter of the others, she quickly began to say: "Damn you, listen to me! The sottocapo had the call on high voice and wh

It rattled the glasses on the nightstand. I pulled the pillow over my head. Squeezed my eyes shut until sparks danced. Let him suffer, a cold voice in my head whispered. He's a monster. They're all monsters. This is just biology doing its job. But then I remembered the canteen of water. I remembered him curling up at my feet like a massive, lost dog, just to listen to the silence. “Don’t let the darkness take me.” I threw the pillow across the room.

I ask, my voice rising by the end. "Suggestive? News flash, idiot, they happened!" "In what fucking universe?" I tap the side of his head with two fingers and just like that, it's like we're back in the house in Sinistral. Me and Cielo going after each other. Me and Cielo hating each other.

“I can see that.” “There is a murderous woman living inside my head.” “That is definitely inconvenient.” I stared at her. She gave my hands a squeeze, and beneath her attempt at humour, I finally noticed something strange about her too. She was worried, she looked very worried but she was not surprised enough. “You’re not a monster,” she said more seriously. “I don’t care what voice you heard or what colour your eyes decided to become today. You are still you.” “How do you know?” “Because you’re standing here terrified that you might hurt people. Monsters usually don’t lose their shit wondering whether they’re monsters.”

Am not your mother you daughter of a bastard" Tears streamed out of my eyes . I sat on the Floor and added my legs together and continued shaking in fear . The voices didn't stop my fear ,it was there ,I could hear it . I Could hear their screams, their cries . Yes I listened to it that day and all I did was come out after they died ,I am a monster and I deserve to die . "Please let me go ,'' I screamed , crying and touching the floor . 'you killed us all the you have to join us too" "You deserve to die " "You deserve every pain " "You are a monster and you killed us all " Those were the voices that I heard in my head . I was already going mad by listening to them .

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

My hands trembled as I pressed them into the bed, trying to ground myself, to feel something solid. The sheets were warm and real, but the silence that followed was deafening. It rang too loudly in my ears. Then I heard a voice, and it came from inside my head. You are a fool for trusting a monster like Azrael. My stomach dropped. The words were like an intrusion, cutting straight through the fog in my mind. He has sinister plans for you. I flinched, shaking my head hard as if that could push it out. “No,” I whispered, voice cracking. “Stop.”

He didn't say a word, but he put his hand on the headboard of the bed—a silent promise. "Is the monster gone?" Leo asked, looking at Silas. Silas looked at me, then down at our son. "The monsters are in cages now, Leo. And we’re the ones with the keys.

All I could hope for her to be happy and never come back to this place . I got up from the park bench . The early morning sun didn't help much with the cold either. I smiled at how terrified Belle was of giving her finals . She had clung on the phone call forever to find comfort .It felt good to know that the things that scared her were as simple as that. I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home .