I would have fought till my last breath against the very Goddess of death I would have stood in the way of every rolling hill and slain every monster with my sword, until you were safe and sound in dreams profound in your bed tucked, away from every drowning bay yet, as I lay here crumpled, in a pain so fine you sit on a high seat, laugh and dine with the fiends who pierced me, with their fiery spear I scream and cry, but you find nothing to hear And as I wonder with my dying sigh if you were my friend or was it just a lie you flare at me, raise a hue and cry how could I doubt you, how could I deny that you had a life and a right to choose whom you wished to laugh with, whom you wish to bruise And as you laugh there merrily, on your table so high A broken butterfly, I quietly die...
I lost my best friend today-- To betrayal, to love and to pre-set notions.
The people who know you are the hardest to convince that you are trying to change. The people who tell you what's wrong with you and what you need to improve are the first ones to think you are mocking them or being sarcastic,when you actually take their advice and try to be a "better" person. The people who tell you to give them space are the ones who tell you to FO!!! for being a snob, when you do exactly that.
Why is it that the relationships we cherish the most are the ones that we invariably end up losing? Why is it that "baseless insecurity" is what often leads to broken ties? Why is it that the one person we trust with every hidden corner of our heart, betrays us the deepest?