My Poems

why

why does pain follow those that are so good? why does it follow me?

the question is not why, but why not?
You break so easily, a little pain can cause an uproar. your suffering brings joy to Hell.

but why is it always me?

oh, honey, you barely even get a thing. throughout all of this, I have never given you death.

why not?

ah, you understand now. why not you ask? because death is too easy.

what if I begged for death?

maybe honey, maybe. I do love seeing you cry and fail.

why do you love that?

because, it means I have won...and I love winning.

please stop...

never...

please

no

why?

you don't deserve death. life is worse than death.

why?

honey, you are on repeat. I'll help you...death is the end, no more pain or troubles. life has all the problems.

what if I did the killing of myself? you wouldn't have to do anything.

I'd like that. Do it.

Okay.

good girl.

how would I do this?

anyway that is permanent honey. a gun, jumping, drowning, all are very permanent.

oh...

second thoughts?

why would I do this?

to escape your pain of course.

okay, okay. will it hurt?

yes. but after, everything is numb. get to that point and all will be perfect.

got it. tonight?

whenever, I'll always be here, honey.

thank you...will I see you as soon as I do it?

of course. I will guide you in death.

why?

because I am the Devil. I must take those who sin.

but the Devil is bad...

no. I am here for you when no one else is.

true. and you haven't lied to me either.

never honey.

why?

because you matter to me.

that makes sense. I'll join you tomorrow.

please hurry, before I have to go to another who is dying.

okay.

...a new pawn to join Hell.

I have the gun.

good. use it.

you'll always be there, right?

I will be the only one to be there, honey.

then, here goes....

good job, honey. good job.

...why...

Author's note: not condoning suicide, that is a bad idea folks.