That Deep Shit I Can't Live With(out)

Beloved Damaged Sweet Sugar Darling

Well, you don't know me and you never cared about me, always kicking me and insulting me, taking away every single one of my friends coz you were bored.
And you will never know me coz you're just lacking the will to give it a try.
You don't care about me and still you're playing nice. Handing out all the fancy invitations to your birthday party with that big fake smile pretending to be a sweet little angel, an example in perfection and politeness. Lovely rosy cheeks and big blue eyes like one of your expensive fancy dolls, looking just as innocent and being just as hollow and tainted on the inside or whenever you think no one's watching.
Have you never come across the thought the way you treated me might've hurt?
I see, that'd require some capability of thinking at all. But you never took that into consideration, all carefree and giggly, winning everyone's heart. If not literally at last.
Blinding them so effectively they never noticed the sheer atrocity you acted out while socially interacting. The way you physically mistreated people and talked charmingly to them at once, lulling and possessing them, what a curious bunch of toys.
Bending their mind to place them next to the dollies, wearing them dresses of candy and gold, holding lollipops and smiling with bright faces delighted by sweet joy.
Maybe you would realize all the crimes you commited and feel ashamed of the things you'd done to me and all those other girls.
And feel guilt about the mistakes you made, realizing the perversion and luridness your candy stuffed twisted mind had made you do as evident and shockingly obvious resolving like having someone spilling their sweet yet cold milkshake right in your perfect pretty dollish face.
Because that sweet childish sunshine unicorns rainbow candy attitude you're all desperate about keeping up won't keep you from getting exposed, you know?
You should've listened to the fairy tales your mommy used to read out to you more carefully because there's always darkness hidden under any provisional layer of happiness, they'll see when peeking under your soft creamy skin and once the veil of enchantment your pure and innocent disguise got lifted there'll be no going back to your sugary little crooked kingdom.
Those severe lies you spilled, concealed by confection, sugar cubes and caramel will catch up to you to bittersweeten your inevitable misery and this day is always closer to happen.
Who will protect you, baby candy princess?
No use in running from your own little phantasm- did the candy canes start to feel bitter yet? Coz oh, they will soon enough.
Right then you'll start choking on all the desserts you replaced breakfast, lunch and dinner with to wish for and dream only about neutral spicy or hearty food.
Your stomach throwing up all sweetened cravings you'll no longer love.
Didn't we all desire the things we can't get? Since you trapped yourself in your very own terrific candy land I'll gladly watch you break and shatter when madness infects your once so sweetly and innocently twisted brain.
The utopia's gotten to you, your belly aches now from all the chocolate pudding and vanilla ice cream and caramel bonbons you devoured rewarding the sins you gave in to with tooth decay.
Slowly watching you battering your dream land prison as it got more horrific with every day. How pretty beautiful and lovely all the candy cane trees wave their lollipop branches for their bonbon leaves to fall on the ground.
Such ill thoughts forming in your distorted mind and you can't help yourself but longing to strangle yourself with sugar cords or drowning in the milk and honey river.
For as how cruel this friendly world of non-dying is now revealed to be.
And I am waiting for the day you'll look up to the sky and say my name, stumbling near feelings of guilt and regret, old friends of mine and strangers to a gruesome and spoiled person like you are, dear.
To call on me and apologise for the pain you put me through long ago when you were still to rule this cream and sugar coated fairy tale place. Before it had turned against you. In a time when you still were to enjoy toffee cake and chocolate chip muffins. When your  yearly christmas hightlight wasn't only presents and sparkly white snow but also the sinful sweet and delicate christmas biscuit you helped mommy bake.
When the world of pretending quietly teached you how to be fake and irresponsible and so innocent in believing whatever shit you did wouldn't be followed by consequences.
Perhaps you were right and it wouldn't be your fault since you lived in a shiny happy bubble and never knew any struggle. How would you, getting everything stuck up your cute little baby ass before you think of it? A pretty little spoiled brat. Psychotic and immoral, perverted and twisted in their ill drivings. But no one ever tried to prevent your evil doings and who would've told you what you did was not right?
But here you're trapped in your childhood utopia that you always aspired because the world was not enough.
You were avid and intolerable in reaching for even more than you already had.
I almost feel bad for you but you're still so abhorrent and being that bratty beast you grew to be was always your destiny, so I believe.
You repined once too often and now you're imprisoned in the very outcome of your unendlingly avarice, crying in misery, how fat your perfect body has grown! It's no use, darling, the dress won't bear you anymore. Your teeth have gotten rotten, the candy marked your character and you keep altering. It's like watching that well adored mask shrink and crumble and slowly take off to display all of your ferocity instead.
And even your tears have changed into sugar pearls to bar you from tasting salt one more time as you're glued to the ground with your feet trapped deep in caramel and oh, you're suffocating between big and sugery sticky sweet cotton candy bushes how desperately and ineffective you're trying so hard to get out, to get a hold on anything that'd save you from this madness soaked clinging nightmare rich in calories, just so very disturbed and broken feeling for a grip and only reaching nougat grass and marzipan flowers, sinking deeper in thr caramelized ground, the thick fuzzy surrounding shrinking tighter slowly consuming your body to suffocate you with unbreathable sticky candy air.
Swallowing your sweet syrup lies had felt the same, this I can tell you.
I hope you regret all the fake friendly pretending -and playing nice and perfect only backstabbing and torturing the people that loved you- that got you here, how much I feel pleased and contented about your final suffering concluding from your reign of terror that I get the urge to eat a luscious piece of chocolate cake, commemorating the end of your destructive and abusive era.