About the woman no one else can see... another poem by Jiffy

Most of her is gone from me,​

But a little still remains​

I feel her sometimes, creeping around​

Driving me insane.​

At night I try to sleep​

But she whispers in my ear​

She has a nasty voice​

Which I can't help but hear so clear.​

I see her scarred up face,​

In the very back of my mind.​

It holds a beauty all its own​

A beauty of no other kind. ​

I want to say goodbye to her​

I want to set her free,​

But I know that I can't do that...​

Because now she's a part of me.​