Source: Creepypasta
Death by Love

How do you define a poem? If you ask me, poetry is my life. As a result, I was easily overwhelmed by the beautiful words, my emotions were ignited and played with just a few words, and both my sorrow and my arms were consumed by the words. This is what keeps me suffering and moody. However, I kept trying to think happiness would come to me and try to enjoy all these wounds.

I lost faith in everyone and turned into a human being who had no feelings. I continued to be stuck in that abyss of despair without any light.

One day, someone came to me, sticking a rope from above, from a place filled with light and happiness. It's really happy not to play what I think, and then you try to get close to me. However, this feeling of pleasure was still not completely. So I try to pretend I don't care. However, the more effort you put in the harder it gets. Lots of beautiful words coming out of your mouth, like

"If I can't be your euphoria, then I'm willing to do eunesthesia."

"You are the heart that keeps me alive."

"My breathing will stop if your breathing stops too."

"I want to say something. I want to break our relationship up here. Sorry if I let you down. In fact, it hurts your heart and your trust. I don't know why I can't continue this relationship. Do you remember the old words? It turns out that some of us must have said a break up and I didn't think it was me. I said goodbye to our relationship."

That's what you said, and then you ran away trying not to see me. It's really ruined I made you. You've decided to hang with me, but there's still a part of me that's on you and I'm gonna go there and get it.

You ran away very far. However, I can still find you. Every day I spy on you. I want to know the reason why you broke off this relationship with me. Every day I spy on you, but I see not the slightest sad look on your face. Have you really forgotten me?

One night, the last night I spied on you, tonight I'm gonna take the part of me that's still on you. When you slept I snuck into your room, I saw your sweet sleeping face. I slowly approached you, then I pulled out the knife I was carrying. I slowly cut open your stomach, and then you suddenly woke up from your sleep. I covered your mouth so as not to make any noise. You looked at me who was dissecting you sharply.

The fear of the face I can see in you. I'll continue the surgery I did until I got what I wanted, your heart. You used to say that I was the heart that kept you alive, right? Since you've cut ties with me, then you should let go of me completely. Thank you for being my euphoria.