Confusion seeps into the cracks in my brain  
Filling the missing spaces with assumptions

My world is a game of Mad-Libs.

Fill in an adverb for how much you’ve fallen, an adjective for how he hates you, a synonym for false friendship, and a part of you that’s broken

I have now fallen to the earth’s crust, burned and turned to dust
self confidence disintegrated to ash; slowly burning from the inside to out.

I cannot tell you why, but he hates me beautifully.

My friendships are filled with semi-sweet enemies, forced smiles and broken deals. And to think, I thought our childish contracts would be real.

Blood still pumps through me, but my heart is broken.

People attempt to complete each story in my pages with their own wild words,
believing they know what the ending entails.
But truth be told, whether it’s their words or mine, others will always laugh at the story that crosses their eyes.
I could start over and fill in the blanks myself.
Say that I haven't fallen but flown, how he hates me for not being next to him, scribble in that my friendships are harder to break then diamonds, and that nothing... nothing is broken.
I could, but it would be meaningless.
The words may differ but the reactions will remain the same .
because my world is just a big funny game.