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Pity Party- c!Tommyinnit

A/n I'm back! I hope you're doing well! Song is "Pity party" by Melanie Martinez. I think this song fits c!Tomny very well! TW: abuse, crying, implied abandonment, mentions of fire, slight panic attack, slight suicidal ideation. That's a lot of trigger warnings!

Lyrics are in this font!

Did my invitations disappear?

I drummed my fingers along the table where the cake was, bored. I was waiting for people to show up, but nothing had happened yet.

Why'd I put my heart on every cursive letter?

I had used the best handwriting, and even signed off with a heart, yet no-one bothered to show up? Maybe they're just not here yet? Maybe there's a reason they're running late?

Tell me why the h3ll no one is here.

Why aren't they here? I looked all around; nothing! Nobody was there! I was starting to get worried.

Tell me what to do to make it all feel better.

I was quite upset, it doesn't take this long to show up! There's no traffic! I just wanted to have a happy day- for once -with my friends, yet, I couldn't?

Maybe it's a cruel joke on me.

It had to be a joke, right? Maybe it's the element of surprise? In just a few seconds, everyone will jump out and scare me, yeah, that must be!

"Three, two, one- oh, let's try again- three, two one! Still nobody? Okay then."

Whatever, whatever.

I rolled my eyes.

"Fake friends," I muttered. I was used to having fake friends by now.

Just means there way more cake for me.

I dug my fork into the cake, giving myself two slices. Who cares at this point, who cares how much cake I have? No-one will show up anyway!

Forever, forever.

Still nobody. I started to get a sinking feeling. Nothing will ever go well. I'll never be happy.

It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry cry.

I could feel tears rushing to my eyes.

I'll cry until the candles burn down this place.

I tried to blink the tears back, but to no avail.

I'll cry until my pity party's in flames.

Crying actually felt good at the moment. Sure, I hated being weak, but I didn't even care enough to consider that.

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry cry cry.

After all, it was hard to not cry at the moment.

I'll cry until the candles burn down this place.

I let it happen, all of it. I couldn't care less right now.

I'll cry until my pity party's in flames.

I'm the reason nobody came.

Maybe if I knew all of them well, I wouldn't have been trapped inside this h3ll that holds me.

I sighed. I never wanted this, to be quite honest. I mean, why would I want this, anyway. I knew it was all my fault that my life was like this.

Maybe if I casted out a spell, but told them decorations were in pastel ribbons.

What realistic ideas were there?

Maybe it's a cruel joke on me.

Maybe they just want to play a game, I'd have to hope. Though, we both know that I don't believe that lie.

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry cry cry.

I cried harder. It doesn't matter if I appear weak, I'll be gone by tomorrow.

I'll cry until the candles burn down this place.

Nothing mattered.

I'll cry until my pity party's in flames.

All I could think about was that nobody cared.

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry cry cry.

My eyes were probably red by now.

I'll cry until the candles burn down this place.

Nobody wanted me alive, if they did, they would have showed up.

I'll cry until my pity party's in flames.

So, why I should I stay alive?

I'm laughing, I'm crying, it feels like I'm dying. I'm laughing, I'm crying, it feels like I'm dying. I'm dying, I'm dying. It's my party and I'll cry if I want to. It's my party and I'll cry if I want to.

I almost started laughing at the situation. How convenient was this?

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to.

It started sprinkling, but I didn't care to move.

I'll cry until the candles burn down this place.

After all, the rain makes it look like I'm not crying.

I'll cry until my pity party's in flames.

I was beginning to despise this party. I mean, why would I think anyone would come?

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to.

I was just getting my hopes up by planning this party, wasn't I?

I'll cry until the candles burn down this place.

I stared at the sword in my hand. It'd be so easy to just stab it in my heart and be done with everything. It sounded so easy.

I'll cry until my pity party's in flames.

I could just do it now...but it felt like something was stopping me.

It's my party. It's my party. It's my party. It's my party. It's my party and I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to cry, cry, cry.

Maybe it was the fact that I could literally be doing anything else right now.

"Like, blowing this place to smithereens?"