What Makes a Good Friend?

What makes a good friend?
What is a friend?
Do I have one?
What am I looking for?

I have plenty of acquaintances,
Friends?
I don't know.
It's hard to tell...

I don't know
Who's only pretending
To be my friend
To get something out of me.

And then there are those
Who seem to actually care.
What do they want?
The same thing as me?

There are some
Who used to be my friend.
Now we aren't so close
As we used to be.

What happened there?
It's as if one day,
They decided to stop respecting me,
And keep their distance.

Do they know I've been hurt,
By them and another?
Isn't a friend someone who sees what's wrong,
When you pretend everything's not?

It is also said
That a friend is someone
Who knows everything about you
And still likes you.

Then there must be
Something wrong with me,
Because once someone seems to know me,
They disappear.

What am I doing wrong
To repel these people?
But, there are some
Who don't walk away.

Those few chosen ones
Are always there when I need them.
They are there when I don't,
But I'm here when they need me.

God Bless them,
Although I'm not as religious
As I once was.
May they be protected.

If something happened to them,
I don't know what I'd do,
If something happened to them.
Could I still find a reason to survive?

I didn't cry for him.
But I won't be able to stop
If I found out these few blessed people
Weren't able to breathe ever again.

They mean the world to me,
And I'd welcome a few more,
If ever they come along.
But until then...