Aching To Move On

I know I'm not me I'm sad. The crows ominously. Call out my name Willingly I answer. Please go, Don't call me anymore, Don't stare at me in my mirror, Don't appear in my room, Don't find me in the hallways. Shouldn't you be gone? I've taken the medicine- I've gone to therapy- So why do you still call-? And why do I still answer...?