Too Late

Captain Smith and Pochahontas, they had a very mad affair. When her daddy tried to kill him she said "Daddy o' don't you dare, he gives me fever with his kisses, fever when he holds me tight, fever I'm his misses, Oh daddy won't you treat him right?"

feed them lies.

Thing 1: "Are you okay?"

(Thing 2's mind): well, I have fucking bandaids on my arms, bags under my eyes, I've been talking to myself because no one gives a fuck about me, my phone is full of useless text messages from fucked people, I've lost my sanity, I've started mixing my meds with vodka, I smoke stolen cigarettes, I thirst for someone who is leaving in 2 days, my psych suggests I tell no one about my dreams because they are 'quite dark', I cry everyday for selfish reasons, he still haunts my fantasies, I fast for 4 days each week, school is scary when I have to dodge the sad fucks in my year, I spend endless days in my bed begging for eternal sleep because there's nothing and no one to live for, I lie to my mother about who I am, I have no best friend, And you're pretending like you care.

Thing 2: "yeah sweetheart."


And the world keeps spinning.

Friend Request.

The person that has twisted and crippled my mind, making it a living hell, has tried to add me on Facebook.
It's funny how the one insignificant action one persons makes can dramatically effect a human being.
I've dreamed of the day I would share with them the nightmares I've endured, the tears and the crippling feeling I've felt. How my way of living has completely change along with my sanity.

I will never fucking forget who you are, because you have made the biggest impact on my life. For all the wrong reasons.