Sick of Being Alone

This is to my “friends”
I wont you to know this,
I want this to be clear.
You are all hypocritical, lowlifes.
You call me the creep, well at least I care.
You constantly insult me, hound me,
Abandon me, and do not care how I feel,
Yet you all take note of the fact that I care
That I help you, I give help when you barely mention the fact that you
Need it. I give help when you beg for it.
But when I need it, when I ask for it
You just shun me.
You all hang out with me there and then when we go get something to eat
Or something you all wait for each other, but leave me.
You know what, go to hell.

I am sick of being loner.
The only reason I don’t leave is I am afraid
Afraid of being even more alone than I am.
I don’t leave this “coil” because as I said before:
I am a coward with out conscience.

I am sick of this being alone,
Well all of you just piss off,
Sure I maybe an ass sometimes,
Rude sometimes, but you wonder why,
I do so much for you
And yet I get mistreated by you!
Oh, no this is not just some ego saying “I want something in return for my help”
This is anger for not ever being cared for.