I'm a leech
I'll invade your existence with dependence and false promises
I'll guilt trip you
If you don't take care of me I will die
I don't take care of myself
I won't feed myself, I won't clean myself
Oh yeah, and I'm always high
I don't care about things I need to live
Without you, I won't make it
You'll make my life easier
I'll make your life a hell hole
I only talk about sad things
My life is easy, and I've never felt true pain
I'll probably lose my job
When I do will you take care of me?
If you don't I'll constantly be on your mind
You'll regret it later
I'm useless and demanding
I don't bring anything, but I will take everything you've worked for
I'm a disappointment
Avoid me
I know all of my flaws
You think I'll change because of that, but I won't
After I've drained and used you I'll leave
I will feel no shame
Tell me, "Squirm away stupid leech boy, go die"
I'll just find new friends to drain
I used to be a better person
But now I'm just a burden, getting worse everyday
If I end up on your couch
Don't send me away
Keep me
Care for me
You won't realize I'm a leech
Until it's too late

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Leech Boy
General FictionIs it a poem? Is it a story? Who knows, all that matters is it's writing! Just about a lil Leech Boy. Sadly relatable I guess? Anyway, Enjoy!