FRIENDS

Friends, they come and go, Would they stay when you feel really low? Most of them say "I'll be here" "I'll stay with you", But where are they when you feel so alone and blue? It's painful to see you’re there for them, While they're too busy to do the same. Sometimes the ones who cause the crack, Are those you thought would have your back. All they see is your happy and funny part, And they don't notice the pain within your tiny heart It hurts to know that you're the option friend, Option for those who say "I'll be here until the end"