Madness...

Am I losing my mind? I always hear two voices, they are real, they speak to me. One is the bully, dark, always tells me to do things that I don't want to do. The other voice, softer, is my friend. Preventing me from madness. The dark voice invades my mind, hurts me because as long as I can hear the other voice, it knows I won't go over the edge. But this morning, my friendly voice has been strangely silent. And for many long hours, I can feel the abyss pulling me in. Slowly but surely, I'll go mad.