Friends?

I usually write poems about my friends, but i guess something new is about to begin,my friends ignore me and "miss" my calls,so i guess i wont say a word or call at all,they act like they dont like me,so i will just let them be ,i will just do my work and not talk,and by myself is the way i will walk,i might find a driend who cares,but for now in half is the way i wish to tear.