it's taking over my brain. I can feel it. The voice inside my head won't let me be. Mum doesn't understand, she says it's just in my head, but I know it's not. She told me to forget about it, or she'll forget about me. I've been sleeping in the yard for almost a month now, sneaking into the house every time she leaves for work. I'm finally starting to loose it. I have no control anymore, the voice inside my head is me now. And there's no one to pull the real Dan out of the hole the voice has dug.
I sneak into the house and find a burning candle. It moves with my breath, almost like it isn't real. As i blow on it, it panics, then goes back to its normal state. My hand flies above it. I feel no pain. It stars to move my hand closer to the flame, and my hand covers it, then it disappears, and i look at my hand. There is a hole. It doesn't hurt. Nothing can hurt as much as what the voice does to my inside.
I don't bother with sleeves anymore. I have nothing to hide from anyone. No one cares. No one really ever does, they just act like it so they get praise from others, then don't actually give a shit. No one ever really gives a shit.
