People

I went where I had never gone,
To heal my crooked mind,
But instead of love and healing,
Only darkness I could find,
I use to be only midly sick,
And my fear was only small,
Now the people haunt my dreams,
There the ones that make me fall,
When I was young and happy,
With the world a brighter place,
People were just people,
That eventually I'd face,
But now these eyes have seen the truth,
The reason that I cry,
The Monsters inside people,
Are the reason we must die.