There is a difference between sadness and longing for suicide.
Just ask all your old friends, they'll say they know and sigh.
Let me tell you why they're old friends...
because when you had your good days they saw them as fake imprints,
Instead of what they really were, a small successful glimpse.
They laughed along with you, and overlooked all your issues.
They shrugged when you said you needed help.
They sneered when you stopped feeling, and couldn't help yourself.
They told you that you were over dramatic
and your issues were always triggered, always automatic.
They never gave a shit about you, and that is what's so tragic.
Finding yourself some real friends isn't so attractive.
Sometimes spending time alone is all you need to become a magnet.
Get your shit together and find yourself again,
drop off all your old friends at the nearest bend.
All you gotta do is "embrace the suck"
sometimes your face will make you say "yuck"
sometimes people will make you yell, "FUCK"
...but you take a deep breath and you finish your battle
you may be up shit creek, but you've got a paddle.
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Author:
Adrianna Kjeld (Pseudonym) (
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That last line makes me smile. It’s very reaffirming and validating. Thank you for sharing this work.
I'm glad it did, and thank you for appreciating my work. It means loads. 🙂
Some great advice from somebody who (it seems) knows!
Adrianna, I don't know if this is biographical, but no matter, your writing is good, raw, to the point. And I do love that last line!
Thank you so much, it is indeed biographical! I was in a rut for a long time, and clawed my way out eventually...it hits me every once and a while. I wrote this because I had a lot of "friends" who never let go of the person I was when I was depressed, and I got tired of it, because my optimism was in tact and things were so well, and I was happy and they made me feel like I belonged in a cage surrounded by my old habits and that's not the way people, especially friends, should be like.
Thank you for your constant support of me and my work! 😀
Your'e welcome. It is a pleasure to read your work!
I love this
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