I try to help you in anyway I can
I try to give you the best advice I can
I try to heal the wounds he keeps on creating

What do I get for it?
I'm yelled at,
Told I should stay out of your life
Kicked to the ground,
they laugh at my stupidity
Spit on,
they're disgusted by me
Kicked again,
they think it's funny how I cry in pain

For what?
Helping you...my friend
It makes me laugh
In a cruel, sick way really
When they scream in my face,
All you do is stand there
When they kick me
You don't even wince
Do I see a smile spreading across your lips?
When they spit on me,
I see disgust on your face too
When they kick me again,
I hear you laughing right along with them

Yet when you ask me for help I always give it to you
I welcome you back with open arms
I don't even think twice about it
I know you're just going to back stab me again
Break me to pieces
But I cant stop...
Not now...

The funny thing is
when I need you. you're never there for me
People tell me just give up
To let you go
But how can I do that?
You're my friend....
I love you...
My buddy...
But you're not trying anymore
So why do I keep trying?