My poems and Thoughts

.Darkness.

Hello its me the Darkness. I'm not the one who writes. And yet for some reason here I am. I beg with you and I plead, please don't hurt them but instead just kill me. You want to let the anger out? You are new to the feel? Then let it out on me and destroy who I am. Beat me until I'm bleeding and then don't stop there. Beat me until there's no anger left and there's only tears. Beat me because we know what you did and though the pleasure was nice at the time now the pleasure is gone and you're scared. I'm scared too. Scared because I've never been so ready to die. Born in the darkness now send me back why don't you? Just turn my existence into a memory. No one needs me here anyways. And one thing hurts worse than your fist and your screams. One things hurts worse than the pleasure you feel as I slowly die. One things worse. That thing is that even when I'm dying and broken I still, and always will, love you. What hurts is you're my everything. And I am so sorry.