Talking saved me from myself
Talking to friends; didn't that include you?
The trust that went unsaid
Was broken on stranger's ears.
And I am emprisoned within myself
You locked the door, threw out the key.
I can't breathe, the vent is clogged.
You said you cared; that you were worried
And then abandoned me
Destitute on the roadside- bind drivers, whizzing by.

So what is friendship? Is it so delicate as a flower?
A frail thing that blossons in spring
And dies in winter snows.