poems of my unfortunate life

is she really my friend

Is she really a friend

She treats me fine most of the time

She some what listens

when I need to talk she's there

when I need a shoulder to cry on she's there

but what about when I don't want to talk but need to is she there

when I need to cry but won't

is she really as close as I think she is or is she another I thought she was my best friend case

I really don't want to be broken hearted again but either way the turtle rolls I get hurt

I want to say something but it hurts to much

but I don't want to be hurt again