When A Crow Cries

He slammed his fist against the window, His blurry gaze pointed outside at the rain and black storm clouds. He fought back the tears as his heart began to ache once more, Clenching his teeth he turned. In one sweep of the arm, The items on his desk clattered to the ground of his darkened bedroom. He raised his hands to grip his hair and let out a painfilled scream, Though it was muffled by a crack of lightning. The boy, Weak and lonely, Staggered to his bed, Grabbing a pillow and yanking it closer. He finally wept.
The next afternoon he found a paper and wrote on it, His words wavered and obviously a pain to write,
"I can't do this anymore, Love.
Don't take this the hard way, Please.
You can do better,
Life has better people to offer.
Leave me please, Let me go.
Depression and saddness has me struggling for emotions,
Find the boy that has time,
Find the boy that makes you laugh again,
Find the boy that is there,
Because you and I both know,
I'm not him anymore.
I'm falling into a dark trench of dead space,
I won't return as the funny boy I was,
I fear the monster I've become,
I don't want you here when I change,
Go.
Don't look back,
Dont cling,
Don't hurt and don't take this out on yourself,
You fell inlove with a freak,
Find someone better.
Before I slaughter your emotions along with your heart."
~Kade

I'm sorry...
I can't do it any longer.
Don't take this too hard, love.
My personal life is a shithole.
Please find someone new,
Go to a good friend thats been there,
Because I'm collapsing,
I'm breaking,
And I don't think It can stop,
I doubt I'll be saved.
Go.
And don't look back.

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