Pain,
It's all I deserve
My Alpha and Omega,
The meaning to my life,
It's the only thing that's stayed,
Blood,
That's pain's gift,
Watch it drip down my arm,
Pain is whispering,
At least your alive,
I could take you at any time I wanted,
But your too young,
Oh no,
You haven't been around me enough.
Years, you will beg for me to take you,
But I won't.
You'll be the one who'll do that.
When he leaves you,
And you know he will,
You'll belong to me once again,
So enjoy him while you can,
Because there's no such thing as true love.
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Sad Book of Poetry
PoetrySome of the poems I've written, all of them sad. If you don't like sad stuff, don't read it.