Friendshiploss Stories

My own little writing sessions

The poem expresses the deep grief of losing a close friend. It portrays the emptiness left behind through of silence, stars, and fading laughter, showing how the bond still echoes even after loss.

The wormhole opened. Jonathan did it. He broke the laws of time and space - and paid the price. Everyone says he should be proud. But when he closes his eyes, all he sees is fire, and the faces that never made it out. He got what he wanted. But what if it was never meant to be opened? 🌌 Some doors, once opened, can't be closed - and some victories aren't meant to be won.

A diary of my recent short term friendship and what happens after everything After a terrible friendship breakup I thought it would be good for my mental health to put it all into a book. This book is about exploring a non- fiction story about me and a friend. It dives deep into feelings such as love (platonic), sadness, fear, frustration, depression, worry, confusion, and happiness. For privacy purposes I have put no names on this so that the person can stay anonymous. Enjoy reading!

I just want to feel this fate. To be happy and loving. To show that I'm not bluffing. To be something instead of nothing. To know what lust is. To know what trust is. For somebody to have my side. So many times I have cried. They said life should be hell of a ride. Your feelings change every time a tide hits the shore. They'll hurt your heart, even rip out the core. It's frantic that in life you can be faithful. Most people aren't even grateful. Nobody cares for one of another, they're all just really hateful. I can't handle no more, this pain is more than a plate full. Although, I'm thankful for my creator, my family and my friends. For every bad, there's a ton of good. I can't help myself even if I could. I want to end things but I don't think I should. Sounds like I'm giving up, but I'm hurting and I been hanging on for too long, it's difficult. I can't hang on like people think I can. Don't get me wrong,I'm not weak. I'm just tired of being strong. -Callista Paul

After a long pause she muttered "I miss the old you, the sweet you, I hate this version of you, the one where you're yelling... and acting heartless..." I was in shock "Heartless? B!tch I've been there for you!" I crossed my arms A story told from a different perspective, because the perspective of a story matters... A sweet friendship that turned sour fast. A story of friendship loss... The story "A story about friendship loss: she was my everything... until she wasn't" By darksun2011, but in my eyes...