I am the creature you created to fulfill your most desperate wishes.

I am the hero who lives to slay the monster under your bed.

I am the one who loves you more than life itself, and always will.

I am your knight in shining armor.

I am your dearest friend.

I am your closest confidant.

And you are my everything.

I should be yours.

I SHOULD BE YOURS!

I live to love you, but you can’t seem to care for me.

Everything I have I give to you, and yet you expect me to sit quietly and watch you love all the people who aren’t me?

It would be easier if I could stop loving you. It would be easier if I could hate you for it. But I can’t help but love you. Despite it all, I can’t help but want you to see me as more than what I am.

I saw you laughing this morning. Surrounded by friends. It’s everything you ever wanted. And I was happy for you. I hated myself for it. I hated myself so much, because I need to hate someone and I can’t hate you. What a cruel child you were. You cried about monsters under the bed, but the real monster was the one under the covers. You made me from a piece of you, and you made me to care. Is there any worse pain than caring and caring in a world that refuses to admit I am here?

I can’t leave, either. Always by your side…it’s my duty. But you haven’t spoken to me in years. And when I speak, you don’t listen. So all I can do is follow, a ghost, a figment of something that once lived. A shell. A desperate bundle of emotions that is, and always will be, hopelessly alone.

I hope the years you spent loving me were worth it.

Because I will spend eternity wishing I never existed.