what am I?

what am I?

A Poem by Soentjies

I learned from games
that best friends always come through
They are always there when you need them
They never allow you to face the monsters alone
They can heal your broken heart...

Games also taught me...
that best friends are fictional...
They exist only in made up worlds
In real life...you ARE alone
there is no hope

They pretend to like you
They pretend to care
until they see your weakness...

They gain power by breaking every part
every piece
every hope
dream
or joy...

Until there is nothing but a shell
until you are in the corner holding your wrists...
because the only way you can truly feel...
is by hacking away at your body...

cause nothing hurts worse than experiencing love...
and seeing it get taken away...

© 2017 Soentjies



Human DeEvolution Crusade
Timeline of the XV 15 Numbered Historical Crusades. Religious Ignorance Aside.There are over 26 War Events Listed Here.
"It"
It's anything you want it to be, and maybe everything you hate it for, but relatable none the less.

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Soentjies
Soentjies

South Africa



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