What am I to you?

[D.e.a.t.h]

Do you really think the right word for its friend do I even exist in your world. Am just a tool to vent your loneliness on. What about me? Told me all your problems maybe I have enough of my own. Only when where alone do you recognize me and I've know you for almost ever yet you lean on others. Did you think you might be hurting me ever time you turn to another friend day after day after day. Am I boring to you do you think life is like a recycle bin have a friend for a day and pick up another. Why do you even try, why do I try i guess am stabbing myself in some way because I try. I cling to hope for too long and always left picking up the pieces. My heart is my demise.