Inside My Head

I close my eyes and you’re there,
inside my head.
I see your face each night
when I fall into tangled dreams.
I’m buried in my bed,
wasting away
where once you lay,
beside me.
Why won’t you leave my head
like you left me,
alone and empty.
Why do you linger on?
an affliction that won’t heal,
a weeping open wound
destined to forever bleed.
You’re still real
to me.
Still beneath my skin
as each dark day begins.
I wish you were dead.
Sometimes.
Instead,
you’re still alive and well,
confining me to Hell,
inside my head.