I cant write poems

friends

you treat me like paper

you use me then throw me away

you only talk to me when you want someone blame

for your problems,

for the drama you created,

for the world and all its wrongs

  you only acknowledge my existence when you need someone,

someone to help,

someone to fix,

someone to yell and scream at

why do I call you my friend?

because i'm scared of what you would do if we weren't friends anymore