The Carnival

I wrote this one awhile ago while going through a rough time.

It turns out you were into yourself. It turns out you could f**k your way out. Just once more for my baby girl. ~Lydia

~The Carnival~ 

Enter for the chance to win a prize.
The prize today is a broken heart, but tomorrow the prize is misery.
Sweet candy and caramel corn the carnival is in full swing.
Entering into madame Clarice's she tells me to sit down and play her little game.
"Enter for the chance to win a prize my dear. The prize today is a broken heart, but tomorrow the prize is misery.
If you feel like leaving you cannot you must play and you will always win."

A week later the carnival was still sweet and it was still swinging.
Another victim comes into the game, and this victim is still me after last weeks life changing day.
She looked me in the eye and said,
"Welcome my dear. Wont you sit down and play?
Enter for the chance to win a prize.
The prize for today is a bitter day, but tomorrow the prize is no more day.
Come in and play my little game.
Once you enter you must stay.
You will play my little game.
You will play and you will win.
Thank God you came today."