Good Friend (Poem)

Thanks for being a “good friend”
The nights I needed a shoulder to cry on
I used a pillow then
Thanks for always “being there”
The times I needed to see you badly
You dismissed my calls without a care
Thanks for being “like blood”
The days I needed a sisterly figure
I was stepped all over, feeling lower than mud
Thanks for always “sticking around”
The hours I needed a healing hand
Nothing appeared…allowing my soul to spill on the ground


Thanks for being a “good friend”

The seconds I needed arms to crash in

You watched simply forgetting to catch me then…