I asked you to leave, so why did you continue to stay? I wasn't placed here for your little games. So leave this place and never come back. Your negativity rings, hurting everything in my very body. I'm a puppet to you, that's all I'll ever be. You pick me and just play with me in every way possible. Then, when you're done, you throw me down and leave. Why? Why leave when you want but not when I ask? This ridicule burns and I can't breathe. You're killing me, stabbing my life away. Just leave now, forever. If you don't leave, I might as well myself. Close my eyes, let the dark consume me. It might sting, but not as much as you hurt and abused me. You had no motive to your works, committing them throughout the turns. My whole form leaves; I'm finally happy. You wonder why you did what you did and how it could change a whole person's life. You changed the girl turning happy and burned her to crisps. I'm finally free, but you truly are locked in black. Light may shine upon your soul or not if it decides. I'm sorry you made your decision to not leave and stayed to kill one soul and then another.
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PoetryThis is just some short things I write about. Some may be about me, but some may not. I hope you don't get depressed while reading this. = Don't copy any of the stories that are presented in this book. Thank you.
