I slipped the Rage potion #7 inside my mouth I knew it was coming
The rage turned to deep-inside-welling-up melancholy
How much more pain can I feel inside before it hits a nerve hits a wall hits something other than me
I don’t want this for anyone
I miss you, my best friend, like family, but you know that our old ways of balm and food for thought was a blessing, but it is gone now forever
You scared yourself with your feelings, you scared me, I told you all my secrets
You put them on a shelf for show with your overwhelming desire for loving my powerful words
I knew I could find hope again with you
But it won’t ever be
Even as a person, I was rejected by my joy
Small joy, I don’t often feel that
I lost my best friend.
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This was so poignant and emotional. Sending you lots of love and hugs 🥺❤️
Blessings & prayers.
It sounds like you're going through a rough time with this friend. I hope you're taking care of yourself!
This is some heavy stuff. It sounds like you went through a rough time with a best friend. I've had similar experiences where a friendship changes and it's hard to deal with. How did you try to cope with the loss of that closeness? And do you think there's any chance of rekindling that connection in the future?