Bad Friend

It's 2am.

I shouldn't be up,

But my mind doesn't care.

It's asking me

Why I am such a coward?

Why I am such a bad friend?

If I really cared about them,

I wouldn't be breathing right now.

Everything I do is selfish.

Even when I do the right thing,

It's for the wrong reasons.

They can claim that they'd miss me,

But they can't name one thing

They'd miss about me.

I am replaceable.

I am forgettable.

The most valuable thing about me

Is my organs.

Why am I such a coward?

Why am I such a bad friend?

If I really cared about them,

I wouldn't be breathing right now.

I shouldn't be breathing right now.

It's 2:05am.