Put an end.

Please try to understand,
I'm getting bored with you now.

Your waking up, sleeping with me,
walking alongside
imitating my moves

I despise this sort of a mimicry;
yet cannot get rid of you,
our togetherness,

and helplessly endure
your touch.

I fervently wish for a separation.

What ARE your wants?
If only death may see us apart, then

then come on, kill me

kill me, my wretched shadow,
my dark drooping self

put an end to your play.