Real Friend

Standing there, I'm looking at you stupidly. You are going on and on about how you are going to take me out of this world, yet the blade moves no where. I should be scared but I just have a notion to laugh. You are busy trying to fit in with your so called friends, that you forgot that I am the only real friend you have got. You try to be tough just like all the rest but when the night is done, its me you call to talk to when things go wrong. Yet here you are with a blade at my throat whispering in my ear that you don't really wanna do this and that you love me. I laugh and your grip gets tighter. I finally close my eyes and tell you just to go what you gotta do. Suddenly you release me, ignoring your friends calling stuff out and beg me for forgiveness. Friends are friends to the end. You mess up so that we can pick you back up. That's what true friends are for, we are the real friends.