BE GONE

Be gone,
I say to my self.
You’re not good enough.
For the ones you love,
Are the ones that suffer.

For the agony you sigh,
Will make them wince.
For who you are,
Wont be accepted.

Cause the miseries you endured,
The bruises you hid,
And the claws that dug,
Left their marks on you.

You’re no longer pure,
You’ve been mortified.
The world is cruel,
Yet you’re crueller.

You will destroy,
Whatever you touch,
Whatever you loathe,
Whatever you love,
Be gone.