A Monster Under My Bed
I tell her I’m getting better…well I was getting better.
Is it a lie when you want it to be true, but some how you fail, is it?
I tell her it will be okay, as I lay in my bed, late at night, gently rubbing my finger tips over the scars.
She asks me why I do it…I told her emotional pain is heavier on the soul than physical.
She just looked at me with a blank stare.
I knew she didn’t understand.
That’s okay…I understand.
Written By: Ask Ms Mandi
Photograph By: Ask Ms Mandi
Copyright October 5, 2016