Ghost

Oh God, Ive been living with a ghost. No, even the word ghost implies that he is real. I have been chatting with a memory, a mere hallucination. I have been carrying him around everywhere I go. Asking his opinion. Waiting for a reply. None come, so I make him say something. Something that might be real. Not like me. Not like my life. It is not real. I am not here anymore. I am with my ghost. He and I spend long hours together. In happy land. One that doesn't exist. I am stuck in limbo. The only time I leave it, is when I close my eyes and start to dream. That is the only time I can escape this living phantom. He doesn't follow me when I sleep. He reminds outside. He waits while I sleep. Waits to plague me with images that aren't there. He forces me to think of nothing else. Until he consumes me. Until, I can't take it anymore, so I stopped fighting him. I let him sit next to me when I watch TV. Sometimes, he likes to hold my hand. Just to torture me with his presence. I smile at him, although hes killing me inside.
The only way to escape his face, is to lose all consciousness. But when I wake, I am the living dead.