Demons and Friends

I have carried demons that were not my own,

I did because they were too heavy for those I love

My shoulders may seem small but they can carry multiple worlds

This heart however is not that strong.

I did so for friends

What demons hide in friendship I will never learn
Even though they said my loneliness was all my doing,
I remained
They told me everything I did was wrong, I remained
When their lives fell apart,  I remained

And today,  I am alone, where are those friends?

I am tired of friendship

I am tired of the part I've been given

Or maybe the part I have played, poorly

Nonetheless the stage has an edge

Is it sharp enough?

Will those friends care when I succeed?

No wonder I am so alone...

I have only demons