Why wouldn t he just go away? I ve been told by therapists, psychologists, scientists that he s not real. That he s just an illusion, a voice inside my head. A voice that laughs when I fall; mocks all my failures and beats up the ones who hurt me. He s my only savior. The best and only thing I have. I need him. But, is he even freaking real? If he isn t then who am I fighting and fucking? Who am I falling in love with? They don t know that I can see him (ruby eyes and green skin), smell him (the honey like scent his antenna give off.), touch him (the feel of his claws, scratching, digging in my skin.) even talk to him (long nights of sharing, and arguing.) The scars from him are there, will always be there on my skin and soul. Am I crazy? Is he just a voice?
