"Leave Me" by Ayla Bleil

Leave me to this gore.

Leave me to my pain.

Leave my broken, shattered bones to be cleansed by acid rain. 

You won’t cut my sickly hair.

You won't tear away my limbs.

You won’t invoke your will on anything that I possess within.

You are not my savior.

You are not my end.

You are one more attempt to break me when I will only bend.

Cut away my dreams.

Scrape away my peace.

The earth will take my screams and turn them into trees. 

Stay away from my remains.

Avoid my twisted fate.

Stay away from these organs that I promised I’d donate.

You need not express your pity.

You need not try and run.

You need not try to remedy anything that has been done.

I am no longer here

I am somewhere far away.

I have left behind my fear

But my wrath is here to stay.

So leave me. 

Leave me to slowly decompose and gently wash away. 

Leave my bloody, bedraggled body

Because I have died today

And

your hands shall not desecrate my final resting place.