That friend,
Who sits with you all night
When you're feeling alone
that friend,
Who drops everything because you need me more.
That friend,
Who's always there with a shoulder to cry on,
A bottle of vodka,
And somewhere safe to just feel.
That friend,
Who doesn't judge,
Doesn't leave,
Won't give up.
That friend,
who people depend on
That friend
who isn't invited
Who gets looked over
That friend,
everyone takes for granted
Because I can handle it
I'm too strong
I'm that friend.
I'm also the friend who
Will smile and say nothing's wrong
Because I sat with you
When you wanted to put a gun to your head
Or a blade to your wrists
I sat with you
when you had to start over again
I was always there,
with the brightest smile
a hand to lend
So of course,
I'm always looked over when I need a friend.
YOU ARE READING
Through My Eyes.
PoetryThrough My Eyes is about my experiences. Some of them are dark some not so much. I'm writing this in hopes it helps someone.
