She comes only after sundown.
She doesnt smile; her eyes hold back unshed tears brought forth by the agony of the day.
The agony of living.
She does try sometimes.
When shes stronger, shes braver.
She hides, keeping our monsters locked in with her in the home I can never find.
When shes weak, however, she comes early.
She would even take Day if I let her.
She is the melodies that move my heart.
She is the art that enthralls me.
She is the ache in my bosom for a better world...
She is the peace I never had.
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Monsters Among Us
Short StoryThe mental health journey is like an endless labyrinth. While you're in its belly, the possibility of escape feels impossible. There could be monsters lurking at each turn, booby traps set for unfortunate souls, and, lastly, there is darkness. But...
