So Real, So Fake.

Death, pain, and bloodshed.
They feel so good,
so welcoming,
so real.

War is real,
suicide and murder are real,
death is real.

Love, Happiness, and Joy.
They're all so fake,
so fleeting,
so lost.

The only real things,
they cause pain,
they leave scars.

What is real,
leaves evidence.

What is fake,
does not.