This makes me think. It just does.

i cant... just leave again. its harder to leave the second time and the third time than it was the first. and reading your stuff makes me never want to leave... i can relate, you can relate to these things, no one else can... and it just makes it that much harder to go. im sorry

Very black. (and that's a good thing) I think the poem leaves a big question unanswered though. Is the girl the monster or is something else the monster?