It O.o

It haunts me. It calls my name. It wants to hurt me. It gets pleasure from my pain. It wants to cut my skin. It doesnt want to leave me alone. It likes to seeme cry. It likes my tears. It doesnt understand. Why does it hate me? Why cant it let me be happy? I see it, and all i want to do is use. All i want to do is hurt me. All i want to do is cry. Let out all my pain and tears. Why cant it go away? Why cant i just ignore it? It is always there. It is that blade, its there for anyone. It is always taking peoples lifes. It wont take mine. I wont let it. It.. I hate you. It youre gone, It, you will not defeat me. Goodbye, it.