Before sunup he would crawl back under my bed, But before he disappears he would whisper to me, "I am just the demon inside your head."
And I can't get over you. I cannot just erase you in my mind. I cannot just unlove the spirit that lives in your chest, and just like how you vanished, I cannot convince myself that you were just a mirage from a lucid dream.
Knowing that I am no longer fighting my battles alone is the most reassuring feeling one can give the other.