10mgs,
20mgs.
One,two,three.. day after day.
All just to keep this artificial smile on display.
Days drag out and the little stars that twinkled in our eyes now replaced by black holes.
Our soulless bodies sinking like broken bottles in the ocean.
The happy memories that haunted our minds nearly gone, the goosebumps we got when we remembered our first kiss are no more. Bodies numb.
This feeling,this curse; inevitable.
Every child born after condemned to a lifetime of synthetic happiness.
In capsules of sea foam green,and custard yellow. To be taken like our favorite candy.
The amount being consumed will become ungodly leaving hollowed shells and the walls to talk to.
Only the last glimmer of light in your pretty little head can save you.
Every memory.
Every emotion colliding like a kaleidescope of color.
The thoughts of him,thoughts of her.
The voices...
Another simulation complete.

Like a mad man thoughts go through my head like swarming wasps. Every single emotion stinging worse than the one before.
You're not mine,but in my head you are.
So everything you do is vital, everything you are is exactly who I try to be.
Just so you'll notice me, so you'll want me..
To you it's obession,
To you it's jealousy,
But at what point does love turn into toxicity..
This is all I have to offer; this is all I know how to give.
This love is too much for the both of us.
Will you ever let me love you the way I envision every night?
Or will you keep me in this ****** zone of "what ifs","maybe", and uncertainty...
You're killing me and yet you make me feel truly loved...

The king of nothing, the ruler of a desolate unrecognizable wasteland.
This place holds so many memories. Memories that I can see fading.
He sits above on his throne of shame and guilt. He had it all...now there's nothing.
All he has is lies,secrets, and a broken heart that used to live within him.

When it was "us" I never wanted this to change. The kingdom seemed happy and in order.
Until that day when she left and everything crumbled;I didn't understand. I was blind.
Now when I see the "king" I can't help but pity him, for not knowing how to keep his citizens happy.
For trapping them.
For using them.

When I walk out of these gates I will be free.
He won't be there.
But as I look back one last time all I see is someone who I used to call..
Father.

Crimson red drops on the carpet.
The urge she fought came back she couldn't resist.
The sting let her know she was alive.
She's weak.
It was only time; before she knew it there was a small red line across her wrist.