Description: my good bud just reminded me of how i used to be at a time. difference being, ive alredy gone down this same road plenty of times. he's just begining...
how we find our real friends -------------------------------------------
we fall in love so fast and so easily
but realize what could happpen
we get to the point of saying
"ive found my reason to live"
but say other things
when thier gone from our lives
we tell them
that we love them
and mean it with all our heart
but when they tell us back
its almost without emotion
and our heart is put in the dark
....put in doubt
we are too happy around them
that we dont want to believe
what others are saying
...even if it is true...
when they leave us
we are too heart broken
and cant control what we do
and dont care at the moment either
we hit walls
cut our wrist
slit our veins
and other thing that we eventually regret
we become careless
we do as many drugs as possible
just to rid of the memories
we consume alchohol
to dilute them
and when all is begining to fail
we reach for that pill that will kill or help
and wonder if the pain will finally end
but what if the pill doesn't work?
what then? how can we end it all?
the gun? the 15 story high building?
cutting ourselves till we bleed to death?
we turn to our friends,
the ones that were there since the begining
the ones that tried to help us
the ones that empthize with our problem
the ones that survived the same situation
our real friends.