My bestfriend

poem by: Miss Ann Ominous
Written on Aug 12, 2020

So....
I want to thank you for being with me, Through the thick and the thin, the ups and the downs and many highs then inevitable lows.
We’ve caused havoc together, loved together and lost so many along the way. When Ive wept you’ve swept my tears away, 
when Ive hurt, you’ve hurt with me, but you never complained. 
You just jumped onboard until whatever fades away.
You’ve always been there, when ever I’ve needed you, you are always there boosting my confidence or calming my rage.From nothing we can raise just enough then simply start from nothing all over again. 
You’ve kept my darkest secrets and hidden horrid memories and kept my demons at bay, 
we’ve laughed till we’ve cried. Cried till we can laugh again. 
I’ve learnt everything I know with you. For this I thank you, you have for always been just there. 
This is why I have to apologise for doing this this way. 
 Our friendship is over, we must go our separate ways, I’ve loved and hated you,  I beg you to stay away your my downfall in every way,
I’m packing you up in my mental obituary, Forever to be my history.  
So thank you for what I thought was support. 
This delusional  friendship was always fraught. I don’t need  a chemical get out clause. It’s a harsh reality with lessons learnt. Building bridges that we’ve burnt. I’m an addict on course, intent to make myself applause. 
Goodbye

 

Tags: Sad, Depressing, Confused, Hope, Deep,

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Frank Hornby . commented on Aug 17, 2020 at 7:41am
...I like the thought of ..."a mental obituary".... ✌🏻

 

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