Yeah, I know you liked my costume
I wore it with purpose for you
Your hands were on me, she was in the next room

What do you think they would do
If they knew this was how we behaved
Come closer to me, for right now
It's just you and I, here on this couch

You mean nothing to me
That's why I can do this
When I'm lonely and hurt, I can torment you
Let you have just enough
To feel powerful before I cut you off
How twisted am I, a witch
To cast a dark spell on
You, my boy -- me, your *****

Come on, take a hit
We're both alone and need this
Put your lips to me and inhale all you can
Before I burn out and leave you again

I don't believe in love.
Never once have I felt that spark.
The fluttering, the happiness,
That doesn't exist.  

The men I have known,
have not been kind.
The gentleman with the soft kiss,
He doesn't exist.

Somewhere I can write my thoughts,
Here is good I guess,
I talked to my boyfriend today,
Only over Skype though,

He was happy in the beginning of the call,
I was too,
But something changed,
It made Happy untrue,

Throughout the call,
We talked about various things,
Some of those things were quite amorous,
Which made him quite happy,

It was a joke that he had made,
A joke that made me unwell,
It was about a four year old kid,
Who had unknowingly sold their soul to Hell,

I had a father,
He was reminiscent of the Devil,
Who had divorced my mum,
And had cheated on her as well,

From my Four year old self,
To when I was twelve,
I had been groomed you see,

It was at the age of twelve,
When my life went from bad to worse,
Even after my grandfather went away in a hearse,

I had gotten a burn from the sun,
I had a lot of fun,
It was my school's field day you see,
I had forgotten my sunscreen,
I didn't care and I was happy,
All until I went to go stay with my daddy,

He had offered to put aloe on my back,
But it had gone further than that,
He had threatened me,
I knew he would hurt me if I didn't,

I had complied all those years you see,
From four to twelve,
And three weeks after my back had healed from the burn,
The pain never actually went away,

You can numb it,
And that's what I've done,
I've even tried to make myself gone,

But now you see,
Even the thought of an innocent four year old,
It can trigger the deepest of thoughts,
And pull you into a depressed stupor,

So when people tell me,
I have the world in front of me,
And that I should smile,
Should I?

Would you compose a requiem for me?
It's clear that my soul is dead and gone.
For my spirit, repose and tranquility.
Do not spurn the dead, for my body remains.
Vengeance, I foresee.
What you did will not be forgiven.

I get a little sad,
at little times,
over little things.

Little things like my friends
ignoring me and talking over me.

Little things like being alone
in a room full of people.

Sometimes it's the little things,
that make me smile on
the darkest days, waking me
from my sleepy stupor.

Little things like someone
who holds the door.

Little things like sharing
a smile with a stranger.

It's the little things
that mean the most
in this little, cruel world.
This little blue dot.