alone in my crowd

poem about friendship, or a lack their of,

Who are these people, I call friends
why do i love them so, why would i run to them if they called,
why would i give my life for them

I love greater than I am loved,
I care more, than i am cared for
I would do more than anyone would do for me

Where are they when I need them?
would they  comfort me in my pain?
or do they just use me, is my loss their gain?

Is this friendship? always wondering if they will listen,
Always wondering what they would do if I were gone
Never knowing if they will forget me, and move on.

I guess its better to be used, better to be taken advantage of,
better to have people to exploit you,
then to be all alone