Friends

Friends what do they mean to you
To me they are my life
They are the reason why
I am still alive today

Without my friends
I would be nothing
I wouldn't be here today
My friends are the world

I must admit
That I know I have fake friends
But why do I keep them
I keep them because they make me open my eyes to see who really is fake

Best friends how can you describe them
They will be there for you
When you need them
And they will always have your back

What else must I say
To describe them
They are there for one reason
And that is to be there for you

I keep ruining my friendships
Because I don't see them
Until it's to late
To late to even say "Sorry"

Some of my friends know what I am going through
And they try to help
But they can't help something that's addictive,
And that makes the pain go away.

So why must I keep having to go through this
If my friends are there for me
It's just it helps keeps the pain away
The pain of being a fake to my friends.

[I wrote this one day at 4 am]