frustrated musings, take 2

if you were my best friend,

i'd jump in front of a bullet for you

help you when you ask for it

listen to you

call you on your bullshit

and save your life.

what if you were the one sending bullets my way?

mean and hurtful words are just as bad.

calling me ridiculous because i've asked

you to listen to me?

telling me i'm depressed?

trying to save my life since i must be miserable

since i've asked for your discretion.

geez.

someone help me out here :)

love,

mg