Oh hello Mr. imaginary
My therapist says to only mention you
In my leather bound princess diary
I don’t know why
Talking about you
Makes my family cry
You only whisper in my ear
“**** them. Watch them die.”
You’re sweet it’s true
Watching me when I’m blue
Black blob, misshapen, with beading eyes
You watch me while I cry
Mr. imaginary please don’t go
I’ll flip the switch blade
Too and fro
To keep you close
By my bedroom door
It’s odd
I can hear someone screaming
“Please no more”
I look down to see
Blood splatters all over me
Hello? Imaginary friend ?