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...