I’m friends with the monster under my bed. Get along with the voices inside of my head. You’re trying to save me, stop holding your breath. And you think I’m crazy, yeah, you think I’m crazy. Well, that’s not fair. ~ The Monster, Eminem ft. Rihanna
I’ve heard this song before. Is that what you’re thinking? I’ve heard it before. And I never thought much about the lyrics. But now I understand. Do you?
The first lyric? Okay. The second one got me thinking. Get along with the voices inside of my head? I do too sometimes. And some of you may be like, haha, it’s just a song. Or is it?
I mean, it isn’t fair, is it? What people think of people like us? People who go to support groups for help or are LGBTQIA like me or have depression or mental illnesses or eating disorders or social anxiety or anything else. What do people do? They laugh. They tease. They make fun of it. Or they believe we’re lying.
Some people are good, though. In the song, though, we hear, “you’re trying to save me, stop holding your breath”. Don’t hold your breath, means that, don’t believe that it’ll happen. So don’t save her. Why? Because she likes being where she is. I do too. I’m fine being sad. And alone. And having help from people here. Online. People who listen and don’t interrupt. People with advice. People like me.
It’s nice knowing you’re not alone. But sometimes, suddenly, you get thrown into society and what does society say? No.
But it’s still okay. Because people have your back. You can melt into the shadows. Or hang out with those people who are there for you. Stick with you. And it’s nice. Not great. Not amazing. But it’s nice. It’s nice knowing someone is there. And that’s what I thought of in this song. Because if I was stuck in the middle of anywhere with anyone in any situation. I’d want to be with people like me. Or in my current situation.