Friends are like flowers;
Some bright and happy,
others dull and wilted.
Some leave you on the floor, writing something sappy.
Some flowers are so toxic,
They make you want to stay.
Fragrance like poison or lead,
Will make you hate the day.
One question in your head
Why do you stay?
Pain makes you feel.
Every time they hurt you,
It makes you feel more real.
Though we the broken few,
Feel nothing at all.
So we borrow broken people,
Grab others for our fall.
