what if heaven isnt real?

theres a space in a closet in a really far away place that nobody is awear about. This space i speak for is somewhere i use to hide to figure out if i could survive on my own.
i use to play hide n seek with a ghost in my house. some times my parents wernt able to find me.
"i still have a tail to tell the world about"
"nobody can find us here" she whispered
im not dying quite yet but theres a never ending story to tell of how i discovered the beginning of our creativity

i dont want to wake up and it be just a dream of how long ive seen myself sitting here with a imaginary friend ive been making up names for in my own story book

this is not a childrens story just fyi

this is a mix of my personality disorders taking turns wrighting for me because im part of a group of people in one body. the way i cope is to create
this is my work on how i discovered myy multiple personality disorder