I have a sort of imaginary friend.

He has a name and everything. I don't know where he came from.

He came up about two years ago, when I realized that all my friends hate me.

I know I only imagine him because he's the only friend I have, and he's not even real.

Every day is a constant war between my father and me.

I can't remember the last time we actually had a real conversation,

Not just screaming and yelling.

What he doesn't know, is that all I really want to do is run up to him,

Throw my arms around him, and tell him I love him.

I think I am going insane.

I see things that aren't there, a face a light, something.

It is there for only a second before it disappears.

Everybody thinks I have the best boyfriend ever because he treats me like a princess.

If only they knew every time he comes over he rapes and abuses me.

I have to make up stories why I always have black eyes to my parents.

I can't leave him because I love him so much.

I just can't break up with him.

I love you and you're my best friend.

You're a lesbian and you have a girlfriend.

So you will never love me, but I love you anyway.

Forever and always.