This Dark Figure

I see a dark person in front of me.
I don't know what it is.
Or what it wants.
But it won't leave us alone.

If it talks.
It lies every time.
It says he's not lieing.
But I guess he is.

Then it speaks one more time.
And it sounds like a man.
A man with a deep voice.
But it's hard to understand.

He says so many things.
But we wish they would come true.
Why does he lie?
Does he like the torture?

He laughs every time we try to make what he says come true.
He wants us happy.
But then he lies and laughs at us.
We think he likes the torture.

We don't.
Because it's not a game.
He's messing with love.
With our happiness.

But most of all.
Our feelings.
He likes the pain we give.
And the horrible things that run through our mind.

As for me the horrible thought.
Isn't good.
But he never makes it come true.
Well at least not yet.

My friend and I sometimes want to kill ourselves.
But we never succeed.
He likes torturing us.
With this damn game of his.

I dream of swords and knives.
And blood flowing everywhere around me.
I see blue roses go to blood.
And I hear my screams as I'm dying.

They aren't the prettiest dreams.
But I force myself to keep it inside.
I force myself not to say anything.
And not to kill myself.

This dark figure is mean.
He likes torture.
He likes laughing at us.
He likes playing games.

*it's not the best...but i can't write anyway..but please tell me how u feel by voting or commenting.

p.s. this is true.*