What Is It? [COMPLETED]

It.

I don't know.
A description word.
A simple thing.

Or so I thought.
Maybe it's not so simple after all.

Oh dear...
Back again are we?
What's it this time?
C'mon,
Tell me.
.
Or do you not want to hurt someone?
.
Hmm...
I know.
I always do.

I can't let go.
I won't.
I can't abandon them like that.

I know what my friends say.
But...
But...
I don't want to be a bad person.

But look what they've done to you.
Left you high and dry.
To write a story.
Listening to music.
.
So sad...

No.
I won't.
I can't.

I won't leave them like that.
They're a good friend.

When you want them to be.

I can't answer.
I don't know what 'it' is.

'it' can mean anything.
.
Anything and everything.

Hahaha.
You know...
You're just going to keep hurting yourself.
More than you should.
If you keep this up...
.
You're gonna break down.
.
.
Face it.
They don't really care.
If they were a true friend,
They'd be by your side.
But even now...
.
You're neglected and rejected.

I can't give up.
I won't.

They were amazing.
They were the light of my world.
One of my best friends.

I'm starting to move on.
To get over them.
.
Did me liking them really bother them that much?

Why else would they be gone?
C'mon.
Give up.
Move on.
They don't love you.
They-

No.
I get it now.
The true question.
.
.
.
.
Who are you?

Hahahahaha.
Now.
I think it's time to end this.
You'll be done.
C'mon.
Let's do it.
For good.

What is it?

A demon.