Do you break all your promises?

I've experienced the extremes of what I thought was unfair play, but I never thought it could happen in a place as beautiful as this. Not only that, but the gavel was struck by somebody who I considered to be a brother to me, a mentor, and a friend. People like him are the reason why people like me want nothing to do with this place anymore. I once saw the beauty in it, but now all it is to me is shades of grey. The most damage done is often executed by someone closeby. At the end of the fight, only broken promises remain and no will to live. I know who my real friends are. They stick up for me when I am too weak to fight anymore. They take me out for drinks when I feel like doing is staying home and crying. They are on my side no matter how wrong or selfish I may be. I was so ready to forgive and be the bigger person, but now it seems as though we've taken a step back. I want this so much. I've been patiently waiting. Not only was it stolen from my bare hands, the faith and the truth that it represented disappeared along with my hopes for a better tomorrow. I thought we were better than that. This beautiful world does not make mistakes, but you did. Justice has not been served. I can walk away from this empty-handed, empty-hearted, or I can stay and fight for what is rightfully mine. I've been cutting my wrists for you.