As Rihanna once put it, she's in love with the monster under her bed.
Similar, I'm in love with the monster in my head.
I am addicted to the pain and stress,
I walk around at night nothing but a mess.
I dream of walks in the park and late night dates to sweep you off your feet.
Now all I am is a ghost, nothing but you being discreet.
The whisper of your name releases endorphins of hope, it all fades by the end of this rope.
A lousy text or call could have saved me,
I am ***** by loneliness, still that even  fills me with glee.