Goodnight sweetie.
Are there any monsters?
Nope.
In the closet?
All clear.
Under my bed?
Empty.
In my head?
Of course.
They want me dead.
I know.
Am I bad?
Of course not.
Then why am I sad?
Because.
Because what?
I don't have an answer hon.
Well I'm all done.
Done with what?
The battle is over, the monsters won.
What do you mean?
They've already killed who I was.
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Pain, Suffering, and Numb
General FictionA collection of things I've written, ranging from poetry to short pieces. Enjoy
