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Friends
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ForgottenMemoria PM
They think they know you, but they don't. Truly, what defines a friend? -Em
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Words: 374 - Published: 07-09-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3040156
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Friends

They think they know you,

But they don't.

Well, not really.

They know the mask,

The one you wear in public,

But not what lies behid it,

The real you.

With best friends, it's the same.

You might give them a bit more information,

But always keep most of it to yourself,

As only you know the real you.

The problem now is,

Each time you try to be yourself,

They think something's wrong;

You don't laugh at a lame joke,

They look at you weirdly.

Each time you don't smile,

Might it be for a second,

They assume you're tired,

Or sad.

They don't know what to think;

They guess, without reflecting,

And leave you alone.

Now you can think,

Think about what happens next,

And be forgotten.

Nothing's stopping you now-

You can climb a building,

And then jump down.

No one truly cares about you,

Because no one truly understands you.

You can take a walk,

And jump in front of a car,

Off a bridge,

Taking a knife and slice,

Slice through the skin,

The muscles,

The veins,

Until you reach the bone.

Until you reach your soul.

THEY

WON'T

EVEN

NOTICE

THE

CHANGE.

They have void,

Emotion seeking eyes.

Fake emotions they can rip off of someone else's face.

It's hilarious, really,

How much you thought you could rely on them,

And they end up ditching you,

Leaving you with your miseries.

You can become:

-Suicidal

-Bulimic

-A thief

-Anorexic,

Anything really.

Of course, I don't have anything against all the above.

I just wonder,

How much does it take

To reach that breaking point,

Because of some individuals sewn, after all, from the same material?

How much pain did they have to put you through,

To break your resistance,

To break your walls?

How much of that pain did you have to go through,

To finally stop fighting?

Slowly, you let go of your grasp

Your frail little fingers slowly loosening their hold

On the light,

The light of your life.

And as the black seeped through your eyelids,

Filling your brain,

Your memories,

What else could you have done?

Truly, what defines a friend?

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