BreezyTheNinjaBoss

I sit directly beside The author of my demise. He taught me many lessons Though he only fed me lies. No reason for existence Don't ever let someone in The worthlessness of trying That I will always sin. The pointlessness of crying It's useless to fight back The wish to die From troubles fly My bag's already packed. Although I try to stay alive He ensures I'll never thrive. I'm scared to go back where I've been Because I know he'll always win. I'm haunted by the things I've seen. ...But though I may be scarred for life, One day I'll rise above this strife.