The Devil's Love-Ridden Abuse II POETRY Second Edition

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my death
it would destroy a select few

that boy whose so madly in love with me
he would never crawl out of the void I'd leave
I know that for a fact
he would cry at the image of myself
in his gallery
he would reread our conversations
and smash that almost gone bottle on the wall
anger getting the best of him
angry at the world
at the ones who caused my demise
at the time we had
at me

my parents
they'd never be alright
they'd miss their baby girl
a part of their familial unit
miss my voice and humour
happy memories tainted by tragedy

my siblings
they'd never be quite the same
remember our conversations
the music we shared
the things we've smoked from
the places we've been

my friends
at least a specific 2
a piece of their daily lives
disappearing and sudden

would you feel a thing?
or would you shut it all out?
do you still have that urge
to know if I'm okay
just seeing my frame at school
or if my friends are alright
days where anxiety hits you
and you've got half a mind to ask of me

but yet you never have

my death wouldn't be the only one
chain reactions
but don't think that'll stop me Devil
I do what I wish

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