ParlezVousAmour

They're back. The voices, I mean. The nightmares are back too. It'd different now though. I'm seeing things in my waking hours. He's gone now, the only one who understood. My light. He helped me through the darkness before, but now he's gone. She doesn't deserve him. I find myself thinking bad things about her. Wanting to harm her. I woke up this morning for the first time in weeks with no recollection of the night before, a fresh cut, and a bottle of peroxide on my table. I've fallen so far, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to pick myself back up this time. He's been asking me about them you know? My scars? He says I shouldn't hurt myself. I