My friends are a drug.

Each and everyone of them a pill.

They block out my reality,

And give me a high.

But thats all it is…..a high.

They don’t change my reality

Or well being.

They only mask it.

And the reason why things don’t actually change,

Is because they’re all fake.

Fake friends,

Fake pills,

With fake side effects.

They don’t help me when I’m down they distract me.

They don’t call to check on me,

They call when I’m convenient.

I know the reality of things,

But I can’t help but be addicted.

Not for the fun,

But for the need of it.

Without them I’m just depressed and lonely,

And the sad part is,

The fake pills are the reason I’m still here.