I don't know how I got here,
But let's make something clear:
If I could change anything,
I'd change what I am..
I used to love the flowers,
How gorgeous they were when the bloomed,
But never did I think that when I touched it it would die so soon.
I distance myself from life,
Because everything I touch dies,
I'm everything everyone despises,
Yet when I ask they say that I'm just fine.
I know I shouldn't believe them,
Their words are full of lies,
If only they could see the emptiness in my eyes,
"Please,
Don't touch me!
Stay away,
everything I touch fades away".
Despite my pleas,
They do as they all please,
and they hold me,
And as promised they wither into pieces,
Into ashes,
Floating in the breeze.
I lie in tears and I cry myself to restless sleep,
Why doesn't anyone listen to me?
I told them their life would wither if they touched me,
So why am I the one who feels guilty?
The life of the grim reaper is one of disappointment,
There's always that one that I could fall in love with,
Whether platonic or romantic,
In the end I get hurt and left alone,
Alone to wonder..
So why bother,
If everything around you that has life,
Dies right before my very eyes..?
A/N: phew! I'm in a mood today- anyways, I hope you guys enjoy the rest of your evening/morning and I hope you enjoyed the poem!!!! Please feel welcome to leave a comment and vote before you go! Thank you all for reading! ALSO! I am working on the new story, I may have to add extra content warnings and it should be released by Saturday, but I do have a pretty busy week, so please bear with me!
~Ollie
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