It finally happpened!
I've become friends with the impossible!
The poor girl still doesn't know how I wish I was her.
We are now friends, and talk regularly.
My goal has been reached, so now I need A further one. A risky one...
And so for now my envy
Has been quenched....
But not for *long

They lurk into your bedroom at night…
Terrorize and give much fright.
Sometimes they’re evil and wish you pain,
Wreaking havoc so that you’ll never be the same.
You can hear the menacing laughs, cackling throughout the house,
And the unlucky victim of somebody’s spouse.
The ****** comes and the monster is reaching for the ****,
You’re scared to death, but everything around you is still.
Breath is heavy, heart is pounding,
The monsters find you and are now surrounding.
They reach out, trying to touch your skin,
You wake up suddenly, realizing what could have been.
But it was only your dream, my dear,
And you have only your imagination to fear.

After a while, the pain starts to subside,
And leaves you with a dull numbness.

However, the feelings never go away.
Your senses are fogged as are your thoughts.

Not knowing which way is up and which is down;
Right from wrong.

But then again, none of that matters.
All you are now is broken

Oh how the heart aches and
Ruptures your whole being.

It's funny how this vital ***** can make
You feel dead even though you sadly keep living.

Hilarious how it effects your soul and body.
Mind is cloudy.

Your thoughts are no more.
You are no more.

Now, you are just your heart-ache.
A painful throbbing inside your chest...

Reminding You Of What Used To Be.

Your jewel incrusted crown, isn't as beautiful as it once was.
The gems are popping out because the glue didn't hold.
Your majesty is a fake!
He rules relentlessly over everyone, when in reality he is no one.
Your beloved monarchy is a lie!
A fraud!

"Wouldn't it be the perfect crime,
If I stole your heart and you stole mine?"

Well no my dear, how could we do that,
When we have so little time?

If you stole my heart,
How long would it be, til you also stole my mind?

The crime you'd like to commit,
Would just cause me to unwind.

So no my dear,
It wouldn't be:

"The perfect crime,
If I stole your heart and you stole mine."

You call yourself a friend?
Friends don't talk behind your back.
Friends aren't selfis.
And friends certainly don't bully each other.
And I'm sorry if our friendship has to end, but it was fun while it lasted.
I'll love you endlessly, but I have to take a stand and defend myself.
I'm tired of being your punchingbag.
I'm sick of you always pointing out my flaws.
I never talk about you, I never say anything mean,
so why do you feel the need to hurt me.
Everyday, it worsens and worsens, to the point where I want to cry every night I get home.
So I'm so sorry if things take a turn for the worse,
but you were suppose to be my friend.
I guess you were never a true friend.