Daddy

hey! can u check out my new poem collection  “when sunlight turned to power” , i would deeply appreciate it, thx ✨
          

Umh hy

Leaving again. Boring. Not really worth my time. Farewell ~

No. I'm not back. No, I don't plan on being on here. Screw that.
          
          Cayla, come on.
          Do I have to move to where you live to find you?
          Goddamnit. 
          
          Anyways,
          
          I hit the hay all day, m-fucker. 24 hour sleep cycle. If you awake, you a fake. It's bed time, bitch.

If you are still here, send me a message as soon as you can.

My kik: avalanchx. I might reply on there. Dunno. Bye y'all. Won't be able to get back on.

Being around on here, holds no true purpose. Not anymore. Am I strong enough to leave?

Slenderman's nipples.

What the fuck am I thinking?
          
          Probably nothing. Too stupid to think. 
          
          Eh, barely on- but there's a girl here.. I forgot her name right now, who is worth answering to. Plus, I want to put this out there:
          
          
          Cayla. Please... Please come back. Goddammit.
          You're the only one who ever actually hung around,
          no matter how much of a dick I was to you.
          I need ya around. I know you... You probably got in
          trouble because of me, I mean, I wasted more than
          a thousand dollars on that endeavour... and.. well,
          I can imagine what kinda trouble you got into. But 
          please. Come back. If you think that I'm angry at you, 
          I'm fucking not, but i need you here... You know I do.
          
          Do I have to move to where ya live to actually come 
          across you once more? Sigh.
          
          6 feet under the stars.

Don't deem yourself as important,
          for I don't think of you everyday, 
          as I did some time ago. 
          All the wounds healed up, as I poured
          alcohol over them, and not even if I
          were drunk, would I crawl back to you.
          Don't deem yourself as important,
          I'm happy, I have not the time to hate you
          I don't miss you, for I'm better without you
          Don't go telling people that I miss you,
          because every single feeling is gone,
          Never should you deem yourself that important.
          I beg this of you.