My Bittersweet Friend

Im finally giving up this time.

Ive tried for far too long, to be happy.

Every time I achieve it, life throws me something new to be down about.

And I feel the blow.

You just won´t understand.

You keep telling me it could be worse.

It really couldnt.

You keep telling me it´ll be alright.

You´ll see I have reason to tell you that´s a lie.

You say youve been through what i´m going through.

I know you havent.

You´d be crying at the memory.

Please don´t try to make me feel better.

Because all you do is make it worse.

You won´t ever make me forget. Never.

Just leave me alone and close the door behind you.

I want to bleed my misery out by myself.

I want to cry in the agonizing pain and suffering.

I want to accompany it all with loneliness.

Loneliness is my best friend.

He guards me from being hurt again.

He encloses my feelings so they dont get crushed.

He protects me from the one last blow that will finish me...

He....He....He....

He bottles up my emotions.

Suffocates my soul.

Drowns it in painful memories.

In endless cries.

He drifts me away into depression like the ocean.

With quiet and swift motion.

He blinds my eyes.

Dulls the pain.

Just a bit. So I can sleep.

Even though all I know how to do now is weep.

He reminds me of the goodbyes.

Of the dispise.

Of everything I will never forget.

Ever.

Goodnight, Loneliness.

Your´e my bittersweet friend.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Queen of Hearts]

beautifully written, and very sweet with lots of emotion.

[Arthur Crow]

The last two lines really sum up this piece very well. Anguish so deeply bled and powefully expressed.
Good writing!