Ken
Opening my tear stricken eyes and letting a soft sigh breathe. Did I care? Do I not care? It didn't matter any more, I had to face my fears of loneliness and get myself some change.
Sitting up in my bed, my bedding all crumpled to wave-like patterns, I wiped off my eyes and looked over to the silhouette in the doorway.
"Some company would be nice. It's just hard to face my own self, the voices..." Am I really...? It shouldn't matter any more, I'm changing.
"There are a variety of voices in my head that take many different sides in my head. They hurt me often. When I wasn't alone it was nice, I was at peace."
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