Lost

Heaven

I used to babysit this 6-year-old.

One day I came to the door and he came out, hugging me. As he pulled away, he looked at my arms.

"What happened?" he asked.

I didn't exactly know what to say, so I just replied with; "They're battle scars."

"Who was you fighting?" he asked.

It takes me a moment to think of an answer, but finally I say, "Myself."

 The little boy took my hand and kissed all of my scars saying; "Please don't leave. Mommy had a fight with herself, too... But she's up in Heaven now."

And as he pulled away, I couldn't help but burst into tears, because before I had come here, I had taken half a bottle of pills.