I love my friends
with all I have,
while I believe I still have them
and later.

I harass my friends,
they don't want me to talk to them,
I tell myself I can fix our problems.

I wait here to be there for my friends,
however they don't need me.
I need them though,
so I try to show them
how useful I can be.

I tell myself that I have friends,
they get upset when I act like I don't have many,
so I tell myself the few I have
are the best and all I need.

I'm getting bored of being lonely now,
so I try to make it better.
I go to lengths to surrender,
to get my friends to care for me.

Each day that passes,
the surer I am
that my friends don't treat me the same way.
Shall I pretend it's all an illusion,
or give up on this stupid game?

I spend my down time wallowing,
because I've run out of fuel to act happy,
the memories I have are now distant,
and I realise I can't recreate a single one:
the friends I needed for them
are all gone.