This is just a poem I wrote when I was at the park…I hate outside. Anyways I don't really write poetry and this is like one of the first I've actually felt I should publish on here. This is actually about Maka dealing with depression over Soul's death.
~I do not own Soul Eater~
Take away the pain
End it all
I need someone to save me
Hidden from the world
Blocked off from humanity
Stuck in the desolate wasteland that was my soul
Alone with no hope of recovery
No one to push to move on
A sad goodbye
No one to wave back but you
The end