Another Friend
so, you want to be my friend... yeah, i have many of those in different parts of the world in many shapes, colors and sizes so take a sit if you wish i love my friends and they love me sometimes they're there for me most times they are not and i am left to do things on my own to walk on my own to struggle on my own to fight on my own to live on my own to cry on my own to die on my own but you want to be my friend you know what i want? do you care? not my problem if you do i want someone to be there i want someone to walk with me to talk to me about their day to ask me about mine to judge me with my best interest in mind not just to judge and walk away i want someone to hold my hand i want someone to hold ME to hold me while i sleep and whisper... "it'll be ok" and believe it because every night i hold myself every night i tell myself... "it'll be ok" but i don't believe it and i wake up the next day and do it all over again the walking alone the stru...