Sleepy Sampai

This box is pretty uncomfortable, ain't it? It's cramped, it's dark, and if you cry enough, it'll drown us both. It's filled to the brim with thoughts about you, and none of them are good. They're only tangible because you believe them. Same case for this box. You're a monster? You're no good? You're doing nothing but ruining everyone else's lives? Sorry, kid, but you don't have that kind of power. Well, I mean, you DO, but you... you're... you. You're capable, but not the kind of person who would. Y'know?

Can't you see what you've done here? This box --while kind of sucky in nature-- it's impressive that you were even able to create something like this. I'm sure it FEELS safe, four walls, a floor and a ceiling, yeah, nothing can see you. Nothing can reach you here. Not darkness, or demons, not hatred, or sadness. But that means no light, no angels, no love or happiness. Not from outside. Only what you brought in here. Only your own voice.