Having so called friends but don't feel I have one.
When they needed help, I was there.
When they need a shoulder to cry on, I was there.
When they feel alone, I chose to be with them.
But I realize no one is their when I needed a crying shoulder the most.
Alone in the dark,
With the dogs outside who barks.
And a stars at night that sparks.
Looking up high,
Why all people surrounds me leaves?
Am I a tree?
Why I feel alone even if I know God is with me,
Is that a reason why I should be strong?
I'm learning how to be but why It feels so wrong.
I have a lot of friends,
But none of them, me is the friend.
Let's just move on and keep going.
You did enough. :)