Sometimes I wonder,

What I wouldn't do,

For you,

My friends,

Who's words keep sanity in my life,

Who's actions make it clear they really care,

about me,

And make me worry,

About whether I can do the same.

How can I be a good friend,

If all I ever do is take?

And what if I,

Give to much?

I can't find balance in this,

Crazy world,

I fall into either,

Of two very bad extremes;

I give till I break,

Such an easy mistake,

Or I take till you've left,

And I'm left bereft,

Of those I care about.

How can I choose,

With so difficult a choice,

And when all the world,

Around me,

wants to,

See,

Me,

Fall?

And I fear how far I'll go,

To help you and to,

Comfort you;

Because I know I'd make,

My own skin part,

And feed the flowers,

With my red life,

If it could save you pain-

Which scares me.

I fear exactly how far I'd go,

Because I don't know,

What I wouldn't do,

For you.

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(A/N) Anybody else got this kind of problem?

This poem is meant mostly for my IRL friends; Cassia16 and Dawncloud131 being the ones I know will see it. I hope you guys know how true this is for me.

Anyway, see ya later folks!

Your Poet,

-Shadefinder :D