I Am The Boy in Her Head

A sort of sequal to The Boy in Her Head, which is a poem I wrote a couple years back.

When did this happen?
Where was I for the million years it took to break me?
Who did this?
Did I forget what I was, or did I lose myself entirely?
What am I now, but the shell of the man I thought I could be?
How long have I been lost?
Will I ever be more than a fading shadow?
How do I stop?
Am I forever lost to the abyss that I created for myself?
Can I be restored, or will I be removed?
Did I ever exist?
Where are you?
Am I here, do you see me, will you look, why don't you open your eyes to the numbness I have felt since the pain died away?
Who is this person inside me?
What do they want?
Is it their body I have possessed, am I truly the ghost you never saw?
How will this monster I have become kill what is left inside?
Where do we belong?
For sharing this body will surely be our death.
Choosing between children, choosing favorites, choosing who is to live inside me.
I have lost you, my love.
I truly thought you were going to die a painless death.
All I can say to ease your fall is this:

I will always be the boy in your head.