To Anyone Who Thinks I'm Crazy Part VII

Friends.

F **kers who
R ely on you
I n
E ven the worst situations and
N ever leave you to
D ie in war. Even if they are really pissed off at you for
S leeping with their boyfriends/husbands/girlfriends/wives.

Friends.

Don't you love 'em!?
I do.
They are with you...
"Through the thick and through the thin."
Sour isn't a nice flavor.
Sweet is.
But sometimes even the sweetest can turn sour.
That's what sucks about the whole thing.
'Cause then you don't want to eat it.
Drinking is only fun when there is a hot guy present,
and he's the one buying.
Do you have what it takes to be my man or woman?
Lift up your shirt,
cover your eyes and start to sing.
Just kidding.
All you gotta do is love me back
and I'll be good.
Or naughty...
whatever.
naughty and nice.
*whip slices the air*
"DANCE!"
The music startsand you have no idea what to do.
You've been taken hostage,
and have been alone for hours.
Lights ever so bright.
Skin drenched with sweat.
They's pumped your veins full of crank.
Withdrawal sinks in.
And shaking like a dog that's been beaten senseless...
they throw you to the streets to be eaten alive by the darkness.
No one but your own thoughts to comfort you...what do you do?
Where are you?
Where the hell are mommy and daddy now?
Alone.
The outside world is scarier than you realize.

Alone.

A fter all your family and friends
L eave you for bigger and better things.
O nly drugs and sex can comfort you
N ow. And you can't
E ven remember your own name.

Alone.

Get the picture?
Let me ask you this?
Have you ever had to fuck an old drunk guy just so you don't get hurt or killed?
Well...
that was the least of my problems when i was dating that bitch, Casey.
He was abusive.
I had to pretend and lie...
But some days it was okay.
Some days he was loveable...
but the next...
You'd be on the ground...
I'D be on the ground.
Bleeding.
He liked to kick.
I'm glad my dark past is over,
and I can begin my future.
F**k you, Casey.
Die in hell.
Never again will you touch me with that hurtful fist.
And never again will i scream in your face.
I apologize for being such a bad person.
Sorry for not being perfect for you.

Love,
mARS gRACE
Age 14
Written: Monday, June 01, 2009 10:26:51 PM