They'll never leave.
I don't ask them to come in anymore.
They got in here because I let them in once, a long time ago.
But back when I let them in, I loved them and was excited to have them here.
Now they are dark and hurtful, and I can't get them out.
They come in and dwell in that place that used to be theirs.
But they aren't suppose to be there.
I don't want them in, they make me sad.
