The Life That I Live

I’m tired of living the life that I live
And giving what I feel I have to give
So that you will pretend to be a friend
But when I’m in trouble; no hand do you lend.
You run away like you never knew me
But when I get back up, your hand I see
Right in front of me
Wanting what I have gained
Like that’s what God ordained
For you to take what I have obtained.
So I end up at the beginning once again
Yet I still call you friend,
I beat myself up every time I’m left behind
But my reality check eyes are blind
I seem to think that as long as I’m ok
Then I’ll have a true friend always
Ignoring the signs that have made me blind
That have made me see that you only take what you can find
Then you wait until I give what you can not see
Until my integrity, heart, and soul bleed
But yet I still come back
Because I don’t want to be where I was before
All alone with a heart that is sore.
I’m all alone
Waiting by the phone
In hopes that someone will call
And ask if I want to go to the mall
Quietly pacing the hall.
Watching out my windows and doors
Still pacing the floors
Wondering if someone will come
And take me from my depressing slum
But no one comes……..