Discard

Abandoned by the world

Deserted by reality

Left even by my only true

Imaginary friend

Empty

Blank heart, unfeeling

The glass is broken

Vacant thoughts to do

With Vacant feelings

Lies

Deceptions of the truth

Confusing my imagination

Cutting me up

Into figurative pieces

Alone

I am not yet alone

Though the moment is pending

I have a corner of my mind

Left to speak with

Death

Is not quite existential

With true suffering

Why should the cold world

Ever let me go?

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This poem is written about my friend
A bit dark I think...