" who knew" poem to dee

someone once told me to count my blessings
but me being naive didnt listen to them
and i took everything i had for granted

little did i know how much i would be
filled with the regret of not being there
for you when everytime you were there for me

you gave me encouragement when losing hope
stayed up late when i needed someone to talk with
when fighting my demons you were there holding my hand

little did i know of the turmoil inside of you
i had no idea of the troubles you were having
at home with the person that was supposed to love you

who knew that you would leave your friends
behind in order to please the one with no respect
for anything great that you have ever done in life

its been over a year and i am now realizing
how naive i was not to count my blessings
because in the end i lost you my best friend