Poem #13
Stop toying with me, you have to stop
I'm not sure how much more I can take.
Can't you just break my heart
for mine and everyone else's sake?
How is it easier to break me
the way you have and in the future, will?
Why do you take pleasure
in watching me cry until I'm still?
Your sick, sadistic, you know it.
The trickery will have to end.
Or I will be the one in white garb
and the angels I shall send.
