Endoffriendship Stories

A poem I wrote about how it feels to be unstable and emotional after a friendship may end.

poetry

everything happens for a reason in my life many bad and good happen even love in my life this is just a romantic drama horror story but will you be ready to be part of that?

Author's Note: Have you ever had a relationship with someone that was just this veneer of friendship? You really wanted to have a friendship with them, and be open and go deep about life and have that platonic intimacy...but you realize that to them you were nothing but a joke - someone to do stuff with while they were bored or their more interesting friends were busy. You shared so much with this person, and they used it against you to try and hurt you all while laughing and smiling. It really, really, really hurts. I hope that this poem maybe some sort of catharsis by putting words to a painful situation that it is so hard to find the right words to describe. I hope that it can be healing, and also serve as a reminder to other people and me to treat people with the respect they deserve. Until Your Next Train - This poem compares me to a train station, not interesting place or a place to stay. It is merely a transitory place. It conveys sadness and the confusion of thinking that the friendship was deeper or longer-lasting. However, it is all one-sided. I will never measure up. I will never meet all of the requirements in order to be considered a worthwhile friend finally. I will not be treated nicely and seen as an equal. The goalpost keeps moving, and in this poem, I cannot move...because I am a building - a train station.

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Betrayal can take many forms, Not always of the heart, Sometimes a friend can let you down And tear your world apart. To feel the pang of loneliness When someone turns away, Instead of coming to your side To help you,come what may, Is something I have rarely felt, But sadly feel today. Perhaps a trusted colleague, For reasons never clear, Decides to throw you to the wolves, An outlet for their fear, It damages,destroys and wrecks Your self- belief,your trust, You vow revenge or just move on, Do something, act, you must, To save a little of yourself, While others,relieved,sigh, Knowing the chaos they have caused, But for the grace of God go I. Betrayal is a harsh,cold world, Where most of us will meet Someone who'll deal the cruellest blow, Whose nature can't compete With human kindness,friendship,faith, So chooses to sink deep Into the mire of saving self, At someone's cost,so cheap. A world I hope to soon escape And hold my head up high, With eyes set on the way ahead, I must not, must not cry.