It’s sad, I think,
to realize this -
again -
as an adult,
that you can never be sure
who to trust.
Because you can never be sure who will betray you
or play you
or just not care.
People
who are supposed to be a good friends.
For all they know,
you could be alone in your room
with a knife to your wrist again.
You’re not.
But they don’t care regardless.
Your need for advice doesn’t concern them,
nor your loss of sanity.

I guess you’re never too old
to find out
who your real friends are.