Looking back at the days in which we were friends.

Would you have ever thought we'd end up here?

So lonely and broken, are we who we once were?

No.

Like pieces of shattered glass we stand here.

We were once so strong and beautiful

But now we're frail,

So frail and weak.

We thought our friendship would prevail like the beauty of innocence

But it didn’t.

We’re corrupted,

Our innocence lost in the ocean of life.

Where did we end up?

We ended up becoming who we hate.

We ended up becoming monsters feeding off each others pain.

We love to see each other suffer because it’s all we have left.

Our friendship shred to pieces,

We are no longer who we once were.

Don’t you love to see me suffer and wither in pain as you try to pick up yourself?

Do you remember my name?

Don’t you wish we could go back?

Do you?

No, don’t lie to yourself.

You don’t because we are no longer who we were and

Pain has become cyanide for you.

Based on my story Constant Illusions.