You are my friend
My friend who destroys me
My friend who puts me down
My friend who is my controller
You force my every move
My every word
My every thought
You work your way into my thinking and you twist it
You change it
You mold it
You change it into an unknown
A disliked
A hated ideal of mine
And you don't know of your damage
You do not realize your work
You do not realize your torture
You are the aggressor without recollection
The attacker without intent
The hunter without it's prey
You are supposed to be my friend
My friend who should try
My friend who should help
My friend who should heal
But you are not
You are the pretended without imagination
The lie without knowing the truth
The dream without having slept
You were my friend
But now you are not
You were my friend
But now you are my destroyer
You were my friend
But now you are fading into my past
You were my friend
But now you are gone
And I miss you
I miss you my old friend
I miss you.
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Inside the Minds of the Unspoken
PoetryA journey occurring over the course of three years in which unspoken thoughts can finally become reality.