My Disfunctional Band of Friends

I Hate My Life
My life
What is there to tell?
My friends are split into two groups
And hate each other.
I don’t know what to do.
I can’t look for comfort.
People say your boyfriend or girlfriend is
Your best friend.
Well I know that.
But, during the time of the most Pain, I can’t go to him.
When he felt the full force of the Misery, I can’t comfort him when he is convulsing with wracking sobs.
In my anguish and need, I couldn’t just understand that there was so much that I had to be thankful for.
People do care
I think.
I just can’t run to the person
That meant so much to me anymore.
Because I killed him.
My friends have strong opinions
And a tendency to be inconsiderate
Of other peoples views.
They got me through the worst
The times I thought
I wasn’t going to make it.
But then someone hit me.
He was one of my closest
Friends.
And I stayed for more,
I guess.  This is the only way to put it.
This is my plea for help.
Please.
Somebody help me.
Release me.