Something I just wrote in a stream of consciousness. Took 2 minutes.

All my friends are in my head.
I can’t help it. Some are dead.
But they all haunt my waking hours.
Haunt’s extreme. They bring me flowers.
All to help my journey on
This path I’m treading.
Be it long,
It may be coming to an end.
(I found a way to transcend.)