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sometimes, i wonder and ponder.
what are friends for?
to make use or supporting and sharing?

well, after so long, 18 years of living, i found the answer.
most of the friends, are just making use of people.
no matter how are well they are treated, "make use" is the only 2 words.
they brag, they tease, they make fun, they just ignore emotions.

heart-to-heart talk?
they don't really exist anymore.
who can i speak to and one who really listen and give advice?
who can i turn to when i'm in need of a shoulder or a hug?
well, nobody.

nobody even know that tears of mine rolled down.
no, i'm not a strong person as i appeared to be.
i'm weak and emotionally fragile.
but who will believe? none.

they don't know the back of me.
they don't know what i'm hidding.
they don't care what's happening to me.
they just fuck care.

it's really tiring that i gotta pretend to be happy in front of people.
they don't know me well.
i'm tired.