The snoypsis looked good,
The cover looked nice,
You opened the book, 
And began a new life 
You found a home,
Met some new friends, 
You kept on reading,
Hoping it would never end.
You danced through the pages,
You 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,
And fell in love with them too,
But with them you died,
And when the book reached its end,
And your broken heart couldn't heal, you suddenly realised,
It's
Not
Even
Real