the title looked nice,
you opened the book,
and begun a new life,
you found a new home,
where you meet some new friends,
you kept on reading hoping it would never end,
you danced through the pages,
and sang out the words,
you felt all their joy,
and all their pain and hurt.

the pages cut your fingers,
and the words cut your heart,
like the author had a knife,
and was tearing your soul apart,
you laughed with the characters,
and with them you cried,
you fell in love with them too,
but with them you died
and as the book came to an end,
your broken heart couldn't heal,
you finally realised that,
its.
not.
real.