My imaginary friend, Different to my usual

It all started when I was younger,
Inside we would play,
Waiting for a sunny day,
When you and I could go outside,
And play 40, 40, itt or just hide,
I suppose I miss you,
You miss me too,
Now I know your not real,
I cannot pretend for you cannot feel,
You cannot be seen by anyone but me,
And with me your all I want to be,
Invisable to the world,
Able to run away,
From the usual goings on day to day,
I understand you feel alone,
Sat in the darkness of my closet, your home,
But you know I never meant to grow up,
Its just something I had to do, Sorry,

I wish I could still be with you,
And be taken away into my imagination too,
But you know I want to be there,
You see I do truly care,
And because I can't escape your way,
I cut my wrists everyday,
I feel alone and play a song,
And night after night I cut my wrists, Its so wrong,
So when you feel alone don't think,
I don't want to be able to play or shrink,
As I lay here and I die,
In my eyes I see you cry,
But sweetie you were my imaginary friend,
I was alone in the real world no one did I have in the end.