Why do I buy my friends-
Dinner, games, drinks?
Do they like me?
Or am I just...
Money?

Do they like my jokes,
Or laugh in pity?
Knock, knock,
Whose there?
Not my friends.

Should I leave bed,
Get dressed, go to work,
Are they proud of me?
I have a job,
Some of them do not.

Why do I need them,
Text them, make plans-
Set in motion our days...
They don't seem to care,
Unless I have something to give.

I wonder if they know,
If they know how much it hurts!
Like ice in my heart-
And lead in my stomach!
Maybe I'll eat alone today...