Go away, you dark little monster.
Go back to your hiding place.
I hate having you stare at my face.
Go away and take this pain with you.
Go back and dry these tears I cry for you.
I’m tired and sick of your face.
What should I do, what should I do
to make you disappear and stop.
Stop pestering me with your dark demons.
Am I the one who needs to die
from your dark magic and maniac mind?
I’m the one who needs to stop the cry.
— Petra
I was having an episode when I wrote this poem. Next time I’ll write something more cheerful. 🙂 Thank you for reading.
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