Dying For A Friend by Lily
Friends are there forever
through the good times
and the bad
friends are a comfort
when you are feeling
a bit sad
friends are there to help
you, or so they all might say
but the friend i thought i had
has just gone away.
she treated me like a dog
only there when she was in
need, of some comfort or a friend.
when she thought she could fit
me in, to her busy life.
she fed me with her sorrows,
and wiped me with her tears.
i carried all her burdens
and was filled with her fears
i was a walking doormat
for her to wipe her feet
i felt a little used
and part of my comfused.
was this the way a friendship worked?
a one way ego trip,
or was i ment to get comfort too.
well i never did find out,
i saw her walk away from my bed
all pale and sickly looking,
who was to talk care off her now,
now that i am dead
who will pray for her
and tuck her into bed?
who will tell her its not her fault
or that it will be ok?
sorry that i left you,
but my heart could take no more
i love forever..
until i cant take no more.
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