You cannot die.
If you die,
Then my world ends.
If you die before me,
I will kill myself.
I cannot live without you.
This world,
Is too cruel to me.
Too messed up.
Too unforgiving.
Too damaged.
It cannot fix itself.
Because humans are a pest.
They took over the world.
Now they run it.
They think they can do whatever.
But they cannot.
They do whatever they want.
At the expense of others.
They take what they want.
At the expense of others.
They are unfeeling.
Some are good though.
They want a difference.
But there are too many,
Who do not care.
They hurt people like us.
They call us names.
They use us as punching bags.
They just do not give a damn.
How will we fix it?
We will not.
We live our lives.
When we die,
They will realize their mistakes.
It will be their fault.
You cannot die.
Not without me at least.
Let's die together.
They don't like us anyways.
Let's rid the world of our burden.
That is what they want,
Is it not?
If it is not,
Then why do they tell us to die?
Why do they want us to feel this way?
What have we ever done?
We wanted to be different.
And that, my dear friend,
Is frowned upon.
Why?
I do not know the answer.
I would like to,
But I do not.
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Love Letters Never Sent
PoetryA Collection of love letters/poem thingies that I have created. I just get bored sometimes so I create things from the heart. I hope you like these, I worked hard on them. It's harder than you would think. Thanks for reading.
