We Didn'T Make It Through This Ferocious World

We didn't make it through this ferocious world. Somehow, some way, we are no longer friends. It bears great malice towards our single hearts, And hovers over our intimacy. We conceal the life within our thoughts, And feign at nothing with our inactions. Such is the atrocity of ourselves: To neglect and throw away those we love. We then turn our heads with disgust and angst thinking with the knowledge of impotence. This is the nature what is real, Friends, you and I may never, ever, be. What breaks my insides, and twists at my core, What destroys my heart and tortures my soul, What saddens me more than anything else, Is that all this ended the way it should.