He killed my best friend

We were in a fight
And he was attacking
He was on our team
Fighting our opponents
He risked my best friend's life
To attack the enemy
I told him not to
And he did anyway
Now my best friend is dead
There was a better way
He betrayed me and my best friend
He is cruel
And I will
**** him
In revenge




Good thing this is in D&D
And not real life

The beauty of poetry
Is versatility
You can spend hours arranging
Structure
Meter
Stanzas
Rhyme
Rhythm
Meaning
Context
To­ create a literary masterpiece
An intelligent work
A song with no melody
Or
Just have fun
Write whatever
Silly
Unusual
Creative
Things may come to mind
Create art out of letters
Or
Cut your heart open
And spill your emotions
Out into words
The
Joy
Hatred
Pain
Love
Distress
Beauty
Of life

Poetry is the ultimate best friend
It takes whatever form you need
And accepts all your words
Be a friend in return
And listen
To poetry

Sometimes
I just run out
I feel too much
And I’m left numb

No more
Happiness
Sadness
Fear
Anger
Love
Hatred
Motivation

It just runs out

I’m left a shell of a person
I lose sight of my life
And my will to live

I push myself away from others
Until some shred of feeling returns
And I go back out
To the world
To be battered and attacked once more

Somedays I get the urge to just snuggle something
Preferably someone
To be close
To be emotional
To be connected

People aren’t very snuggly
I’m an exception

Since no one else is snuggly
I just have to curl up by myself
And say I want to be alone
When in reality
I crave intimacy

I live in a bubble
That shuts others out
I can create holes
But I cannot break it

I walk in circles
Among other people
We’ll say “hi”
But no more

My bubble is nice
It’s my comfort zone
A cozy spot of relaxation
And isolation

It’s a painful comfort
It’s a lonely conversation
It’s an ache for someone
Willing to come in

I love my little bubble
I hate my little bubble
I’m comfortable alone
But I’m not happy

I may not know many other people
But I know myself
A life of solitude
Makes one’s self better known

I have a strong identity
I know what I want
I know my strengths
I know my weaknesses
I know how I think

I don’t know everything about myself
But I know plenty
Extroverts have more connections with others
But I have strong connections with myself

These connections aren’t always great
Sometimes I hate myself
My anxieties and overthinking
Pestering me
My inner demons
Clawing at my mind

I give them time to rage
Then put them back on their leashes
For I know how to keep them calm

I know myself
And even what I don’t know
I am willing to explore