I have a type of friend I avoid.

A type of conversation I avoid.

Run the other way.

She’s the victim.

Everything is wrong in her world.

It’s everyone else’s fault.

Life is a struggle.

And I think the simple truth is.

It’s too close to home.

Reminds me of myself.

And I know.

I can’t fix it for you sweetheart.

There are not enough words I can offer to empower you.

So instead.

You suck.

The life out of me.

And I can’t.

Be that for you.

Because.

I’m simply.

Not strong.

Enough.

Yet.

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