Of an imaginary friend

Words... will they remain unheard
Or will they hurt someone fatally?
Still the answer I won't know
Until your crippling words thrust in me.

***

I speak to him every day and night -
My only reliable friend.
His image is always before my sight
And will be with me 'till the end.

He speaks to me seven days a week.
His words find a pleasant response.
"There is no guilt in being weak" -
He says. I feel safely ensconced.

My friends and relatives laugh at me,
They say that I'm out of my mind.
But what if they are too blind to see -
The truth is not easy to find.

They say there's nobody out there -
It's trick of my conscious for sure.
I try to argue but they don't care,
My efforts are faint and obscure.

But lately everything went all wrong -
His presence I cannot locate...
I'm scared, I worry, I starve and I long,
Without him I do suffocate!

I feel abandoned like never before
As if parasite without host.
His care is all I was living for,
I cry and I fear the worst.

What if...
He's been told by his mates that there's no me?!

What a pleasant relief - I am no more!