Rose: Heyo dudes. Pfft what's with the sad poetry. Ehh. I actually don't write poetry very often. But when I do it's usually only because I need to get my feelings out in a way that a short story couldn't. This piece is actually a few months old. I found it in an old folder and realized I'd never uploaded it. So I decided to upload it today. Though, despite the fact that this piece is old, it still applies to me
I feel like this a lot, actually. I always feel like my friends are in trouble but that I am useless to help. Whether it be that they won't let me or that I just physically can't. It's a horrible feeling, to say the least. I always blame myself for my friend's unhappiness. Even if it's not really my fault.