He

I have to admit... it feels really fucking weird to be in this state... without "him."

Maybe if "he" is present, THESE MEMORIES ARE NOT THERE FOR NOTHING! but I can't see him, that's what terrifies me.

"He"... is tall, has a funny head, has deep eyes, is terrifying. "He" is here! Yeah! "he" is really here!

But I can't see him! No one else can see him! That must be it!

No, this is not a delusion, I'm sure, this is not a metaphor, this is not a person I know, I swear there is something.

"He" is real, and the people around me laugh at me and my fear for "him." 

I swear it exists, in the corner of my room, watching me from above every time I go to sleep, every time I feel shit for no reason. 

He is there.