Poetry in motion

The past

Forget me,
The last thing in your head can't be me.
I want to be free from the matter of life.

So please forget the me,
Destroy everything about me.
These minds will only break after the time.

Find me and kill me,
Force the love into my head and pull it out my chest.
End the pain you gave me.

So please do it my friend. Don't pretend it's not true.
The few who care will be gifted with pain!

So do it! You shit, you made me this way. Face the fact!

So end it...
Please-