As if I wasn't damaged enough

If bad was what I felt, congratulations!
I now feel worse.
If bruised was what I was, congratulations!
Now I'm bleeding.
If scared was what I was, congratulations!
I am now petrified.
If ever I felt unwanted, congratulations!
Because now I know that I am.

Here's to the kids...

who love too much,
yet have no one around to touch.
Who question their existence on a daily bases,
as everyone they meet seem to forget their faces.
Who like to express their emotions poems,
but trust no one enough to read them.
That never accept compliments,
but truly believe the negative comments.

Here's to the kids who are waiting...waiting for when it finally gets better.

Uncertainty.

They look at you with the kindest eyes
yet behind that lie thousands of lies.
They smile at you as true friends do
but think in their minds if only she knew

 You offer a hug, you offer a shoulder
when they have a problem, you're the best listener
but when it's you're turn
they stand back and watch you burn.

They say to you that they love you
though you doubt it very much you say "I love you too"
Right now, this is how I feel.
So tell me, is our friendship real?