When you came to me,
in a time of dire need,
i helped you.
You showed me the scars,
the lines still red,
your skin forever wounded.
You told me how the blood flowed,
and it helped you get over the abuseage,
and i didn't question your actions, ever.
As the words and secrets spilled out,
like the red blood spots i saw on the rug,
i was with you.
You told me you would,
it was what you really wanted,
and i helped you.
Now i'm here,
i deal with you there,
i suffer from your choice, and my choice to help you.
Now all i see is the scars. I wont forget you, my lost friend.
