It's quiet, very quiet. All I can hear are the voices of crickets in the night.
"You'll always be nothing without me."
I can hear his voice, he is somewhere here, he has always been here, ever since he died, I always hear his voices but they aren't voices of assurance, neither voices of hope nor love, it's more of condemnation and torment.
He has been tormenting me ever since he died, and every time I hear his voice I get scared, he always scared me.
"Look at you, the famous Monalisa crushed to nothing."
I don't want to hear his voice, but that has been the one thing that I've never gotten out of my head and I know it's all in my head but that doesn't make it any better.
It doesn't take away the fear, actually knowing that it's all in my head and I can't fight it makes the fear worse
