My Friend

My guiding light, my friend, my paper and pen

Growing up I haven't had a steady friend, a diary to confide in

I don't ask for a response

Just that someone listens to me

Something, someone to take in what I'm feeling.

I exert my emotion

feeling relief in excess,

I begin

to rely heavily on this friend 

Hoping desperately they'd give me what I need in the end,

A companion.

I don't feel like I need one now physically

because when it's all said and done, 

who can I really count on to stay with me?