Death
Is our promise
And this
Life
Is our lie.
Are we even
Alive?
Or is this all
In our heads?
All an illusion?
Death
Is our promise.

You could be "friends"
With someone
For years in real life
But the minute
You slip up
Make the tiniest mistake
And need them
More than ever
... They're gone

But then
You could be "friends"
With someone online
For less than a week
And they could
Care about you
More than any of
You're "real friends"
Ever did

And if internet friends
Aren't "real friends"
Then it's pretty ******* sad
When someone
Who isn't my "real friend"
Cares more for me
Then my "actual friend"