Ojoi-sama

Once I might have been real, at least I think I was. Now I am not so sure anymore. I want to be real, I need to be nothing more than a figment. I am real for some and a figment to one. I want to be real for the one and a figment for all others. Can you hear me, screaming for you? No, you cannot, you will not because figments never make a sound. I cry myself to sleep on the nights I don't force myself to stay awake until I pass out. I miss you constantly, you who brings me to life in your mind. Do you hear me screaming until my throat goes numb, until it bleeds? I scream silently, so of course you'll never hear me. I scream soundlessly to ke