Fighting is useless
I am alone
He cuts my throat
And breaks my bone
He tied me up
With no ropes or strings
He tied me with
My feelings for him
My feelings
They burn
We play a bad game
And it is his turn
He finds it fun
To watch me run
Because he knows
I'll always return
I beg of him
To let me be
To leave me alone
To set me free
He laughs
I cry
He beats me
Why won't he just let me die?
I feel his breath
Against my skin
I have given up
He will win
He brings me pain
In the night
He has his reign
I will not fight
Why do I need him
Why do I cry
At least he finally
Lets me die
My last words
Surprise him the most
"I love you," I say
As I turn into a ghost
And so goes my life
Tortured in pain
As I move on
For my own reign
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Letters, Short Stories, and Poetry
PoesieThis is just a small collection of poetry and very short, short stories I've written over the years. Of course I'm only fourteen so it will probably build and grow into more than a small collections but we will see.
