The friend that understands best.

I listen to my friends,
and all of there issues.
when they cry,
i always have tissues.

i solve there first,
and forget about mine.
Don't worry, I'll deal.
I'll be just fine.

i try to listen,
and understand,
then give advice.
the best i can.

some is good,
some is bad.
most get happy,
some get sad.

but of them all,
the most depressed,
is me, the friend,
who understands best.

to all my friends,
i wish they could see.
how much there issues,
tend to destroy me.

i want to get happy,
but its useless to try.
because every time i smile,
a friend starts to cry.

their tears hurt me.
and starts a chain,
then like usual,
I'm depressed again.