No More Poem by Bleeding Willow

Will i stay or will i go thats a choice i need to know
To live i have to endure the beatings, the evil flashes- that the
dark recesses
my mind that haunt me, that mock me, that constently wont leave me
alone, the evil cruel thoughts of my past that hurt me, causeing me to
bleed an ooze threw the scares that show i have nonething else to give
for or try.
To die always seems to bring a smile on my face, no pain, no blood,
no more beatings, hurting, crying, suffering, no more evil flashes that
haunt me an mock me, that float to be free to have wings that soar to
sky as high as can be not to feel any kind of way anymore.