Monster under the bed

I’m different now, my heart beats for no one no emotion… I feel nothing but the annoyance of this world… I couldn’t die I was found with over two months of meds in my stomach they pumped them out… After a week they let me go of course I’m watched but… No one knows… The me that was hurt… The me that was weak, bullied, destroyed every way possible… Has returned the hunter… I don’t want my life for me… I want to take back what millions have lost… Millions commit suicide every year… I will take back the lives we lose… I don’t care the punishments, the pain, even death… I am done being kicked while I’m down… I will stand up for us all one at a time in my own way… Disagree with my tactics/decisions…try to stop me… Am I evil now? Maybe but the title fits now… They gave me a cast and I’ve been molded into the monster… So I’ll show them a monster… A wolf in sheep clothing… The monster under the bed