Anon

This whole thing
You taking me in
Spitting me out
Kicking me through the dirt
Then taking me back in
        It is to stop.
I have no more air
I have no more soul
I have been emptied and not refilled
So I please ask
*I plead
        It is to stop.
I am almost out of sympathy
I am almost out of love
I am left to believe
That this is my past, present and future
Unless, and unless
         It is to stop.