I'M a Victom of Too Little Too Late

Prevention! The stars sing to me to set up games to look for players to save my life from the sick world of satanic cults.... I know you're thinking How do I know? I'm the modern day David Gayle She swallowed the key She wrapped the bag around her head and taped it up after intercourse Once upon a time I talked to the T.V. I told them I didn't want anyone help me become succesfull little did I know everyone was going to spend the rest of their lives fighting me Now I'm crying from the truth your not believing and the mental scars I have you don't see A call for help is a sign for suckers DANGEROUS! Once upon a time the radio talked to me I told the radio i needed a friend a shadow a mystery little did I know I'd be studied and cast aside after being thrown away mentally tormented and raped I could have lived happily ever after The radio mocks me The tv runs away from the truth of me the police won't investigate me and the mental institutes laugh But one day I'll get the last laugh maybe when I get away and prove it For now I'm the victom of too little too late! I'm proof crazy people aren't as nuts as you thin but victoms like me how do I break the cycle and start the next?