My Personal Hell

The most evil place is one I know well. Somewhere I have been forced to go against my will on multiple occasions. This place is where I can be in the best mood and as soon as I step foot in the place I fall to my knees. After I am forced to this place I go to my room and cower in fear. I pull the sheets close to me hoping the evils from that place won't find me again. This place is filled with terror; monstrosities lurk in every corner. It's pitch black and yet I know what seethes in the darkness. What's so evil about this place? No matter where I go, it follows close behind. Once I enter this place I run out bleeding or bruised.

The greatest horror regarding this place is it is in me. I know it well because it is my mind. I am forced to enter every time my emotions take over. I can be happy and suddenly contort into depression. I truly whimper every time my mind slips. My thoughts are the monsters living inside of me, sometimes I can't see them but I know they are prowling. I still contain scars and bruises left by the most evil place I've ever visited. My mind is a horror novel, the page is my body and my fist is the pen. I continue to beat the story into my skin.