I cried myself to sleep that night, when he didn’t notice my tweet. He noticed some pretty girl and swept her off her feet. he hasn’t replied in months or years, he hasn’t noticed me yet. even with all these falling tears making my face all wet. Now to think he is an adult soon brings me to my knees. To think that he doesn’t care about me, while I sit here in the trees. It makes me want to runaway, so i can’t see him day to day. A place they call Neverland where the water is always blue. I would always want to stay there, to never grow up too.