A comfortable dellusion

I just don't think that I matter to you in the way that my mind thinks the way you do. Coz at the end of the day? that's just it, a perfect fantasy I created for me to comfort me. Now, it scares me, this feel that I might not want to go out in that created world, a blissful hell inside my head, a perfect fantasy where I had you only for me. A cold cold world inside of me with the warmth of illusion of your love for me, when I'm just afraid to face coz I'm too tired in the painful reality. I'd like to go inside for a bit of space and delusional comfort thinking if I do, will I be able to go back? 5/24/22, 9:22 AM