Murder

I killed someone. No one knew but me until now. I thought it would only hurt me, but other people noticed too. They would ask me where she was, I’d reply i don’t know. She’s dead, I killed her. I killed her because I thought it would make me happier but it made me sadder. I killed her because I thought life would be easier, it was. I was far below the radar now. I killed someone, you see. I killed the girl, who used to be me.