A Fake Friend Read Count : 43

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Will I ever be free from his manipulation?
Does he grow no matter what I feed him?
And no matter how hard I try to escape,
I will always end up back where I began.

I'd often find him when he would cry,
I'd offer him help and comfort, 
Only for him to take advantage, 
Of my trust.

He might drive me insane,
Like a chained lunatic in an asylum,
Clawing insides and bruising skin,
Filled with hatred, 
And bloodlust. 

It was as if he waits in the dark,
Waiting for the right moment to pounce out,
And cause mischief, 
All he wants.

He was slowly devouring me,
Without even realising it.
How I hated the way he makes me feel, 
Like another cheap video game,
For him to play and get bored of,
Then abandon. 

He is a successful freeloader,
Taking things without giving anything in return.
Even if it's blood he owes,
He wouldn't even break a single sweat. 

I would never let him win,
But is there even a choice?
"I'm fine." I would say,
But does he even care?
Am I nothing more than a forgotten dismembered corpse to him?

For the punishment of betrayal is blood,
And as they say, time flies fast,
You can't borrow from the future to make it up for the past.

Poem by
Salsabella De Anna & Ahmad Arif


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