Damage done

Getting angry at friends is not good, especially when they only wanna help.

I'll do you a favor and never help again,
I'm my own worst enemy by being your friend.
I snapped today, and you got mad.
we ran away from what was had.
The anger is there, waiting for our return.
We made it in a place not real,
because we simply refused to feel.
i was mad and you were there,
adn i know it wasn't fair
for me to lash out and hurt you so.
It was but, but i dont know
how to fix it or make things right.
i dont know what to say or do
when i need to protect you
from the cruelist person there can be,
when i need to protect you from me.