Imaginary Friend

I can see him clearly in my head. He's a fragmented image against the wall. Like a fly beneath the swatter. His voice, I hear, makes my skin crawl. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother. Sometimes I'd rather not live at all. He's a figment brought to you by delusions. He's only real to me. He'll never reveal himself to you. His echoes cause contusions. He only speaks to me. He'll never talk to you. His voice brings me convulsions. He's a danger to me. He's a danger to us all. Get him out of my head. Help me now. This very well could be the end. He wants things to die down now. Get him out of my head. He's my imaginary friend.