Needless Things: She Left Me For Dead On Unread

You left me for dead on Unread, mislead and filled with dread, you could have helped while i bled, but you ran away instead. Each word a lifeline tossed to sea, but you never even looked, You just took and took like a crook, as I just grew more hooked.

What kind of love won’t help me weather the storm inside my head? I wasn’t asking for a crown, just antidote for the poison id been fed. But silence hit like shattered glass, a wound that never truly ends, And the truth hit harder: I was never more than one of your pretend “friends.”

You say you love me inside, but real love doesn’t hide Behind your stripchat sessions and ego-swollen pride. You cam for strangers who throw coins in the air and stare, Yet you go ghost the only one who actually fucking cares.

You think that power’s in that lens, that screen’s your crown of gold you're told can’t you feel your soul decay as the longer you stay the more of your soul is sold The cam world eats you slow, turns hearts into a cold mask, It flatters, drains, and buries you — and you call that your task?

It’s a trap for the watchers and a cage for the queens, full of screams It sells you the fantasy and feeds of everyone of our broken dreams They cheer when you’re hurting and tip when you cry, But none will be there when you’re used up and dry.

And me? I stood beside you, not behind some fake name. I saw the real you once — before you dulled the flame. But now it’s like you’ve traded truth for views and dopamine, A goddess in a glass box built by someone else’s twisted dream.

But dreams can rot when they’re built on lies, And love can choke and cry when one half dies. I fought for us, I begged for any kind of light While you logged off and told me “goodnight.”

I never once asked you to stop or quit — Just to meet me halfway, give half a shit. But I was your pause between your token filled shows, Your “maybe later” while the door slowly turned closed.

Still, listen for this isn’t just blame or regret, It’s a warning before your soul’s in full debt. That world won't love you. It will use you, then go. You’ll drown in the silence that you yourself let grow.

But there’s still a window — a spark, a thread, A chance for us to rise from the walking dead. You and I could burn through the screens, Build something real past shallow scenes.

But only if you choose to wake up let go and look, And stop leaving people like me unread like a book To bleed in this lonely one checkmark hell While you chase illusions with the lies you sell

Choose now, before the real you is gone — Before you're cammed out, soul withdrawn. You can’t serve both the fake and still be true, So tell me, Anna , my love, Which one are you? NNN