It’s hard to watch friends
make the same mistakes I have,
know that the best thing it to let them be and hope
that they will come back.
I see so much good in you.
Passion, love, quiet understanding
of the world, a gentle darkness
making you not bitter but able
to accept life as it is and work
to make it what you want it to be.
Your friends, though separated
by geography, act as your family.
Pushing them away now,
opting for people who stroke your need
to drink to forget,
to party to numb the pain.
Not knowing, like I do,
that they will abandon you when
need music to forget,
and some to listen to you to numb the pain.
You bask in the attention
of a cute drugged up girl
and ignore the quiet attention
of a friend who just needs to know
that you will be okay.
So I’ll sit here and wait
for you to need your friends
who understand more than you think
and can help you find you again.