In the late hours of the night you lie awake in bed. While you lay there in the moonlight I become pictures in your head. I tell you of what had happend and what may happen soon. If you just sit there, and let your life fill up with gloom. The gloom from lonliness, and the gloom from emptiness. I don't know what will happen. I don't know what come's next. I don't know what to do. There's only a little life left. May be if I end it (your life that is) Maybe if I leave. Then other's will be happier, and barely anyone will grieve. for you are nothing but a life gone wrong. I don't know why you've lived so long. Maybe if you end it now, It's not my life anyhow. For I am nothing but the voice in your head, I am that little voice that everyone does dread. So maybe if I end it, and maybe if you die, Then everyone will be happy. Everyone except for you and I. Because for me to die you must too. This is what I'm telling you to do. Because for me to die you must too......
Reason for writing:
There is no reason really, I was just lying awake in bed one night and I started writing it. I'm not suicidal ar anything, but one of my friends was. I think that is why I write about dying, and death so much.
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