Stalkers Poem by trevor adams

i see you creeping i can see your shadow.stop following me please.i see that you have sent me a picture of me please stop sending pictures of me for that fact please stop taking pictures of me.i see you following me i see your dark car.stop following me please.i see you outside my window when i am about to change.please dont watch me. i see your camera when i am about to take a shower.please dont do this to me please.i see you in my closet when i am about to go to bed. please dont come over here.i see you reaching for me while im trying to sleep.please dont touch me.i feel your hands on me.i scream.i asked you to leave me alone but you wouldnt go.nobodys coming what did you do to them? i kick you off and run to dads room......no! ! ! ! ! ! dad is dead.i grab his gun from his dresser.i run to my sisters room.....no! ! ! ! ! ! she is dead to...i turn around and there you are....i aim and pull the trigger and i hit the ground dying and bleeding and you run and never return but i live with the knowledge you are still following me.please dont hurt me again.