No Man's Land (Random Poems And Short Stories)

Ang-emon

First day and i just sat there
Feeling the daggers of your stare
I sat there quietly reading not knowing anyone
Till the lights went out and you sat the empty chair next to me treating it as though it was a throne
I stayed quiet as you still talked
And you didn't stop even after i walked
I gave in
And thought that i had gained a friend
As the months grew cold and frost
I began to feel lost
Feeling as though i needed to impress
But in reality i was obsessed
You ripped at me till there was nothing
Not paying attention to my cussing
Destroyed by your hands buy you called me beautiful
Painting yourself as an angel
Hiding everything you do in
When in actuality you were a demon
Barely breathing
...Damn you ang-emon...