"Are you here to help them, too?"
You ask through blinding tears,
If only you knew,
In my heart all the fears.

"No." I stammer,
Holding my breath,
My head pounds like a hammer,
I can't dismiss all the stress.

"Maybe you should stop."
I manage to tell them,
Ones punch suddenly drops,
As they stare: a broken grin.

"What are you doing?"
One of them asks,
Trying to comprehend,
How much long I can last.

I grow up my strength,
To confront my friends,
But my legs grown weak,
But I hope your heart will mend.

"One too many times,"
I hear myself say,
"I have watched you all; fine,
While I just walked away."

I quickly grab your hands,
Remembering the lost one,
Who I could have been friends,
But just pretended to shun.

It's more important to love,
And be a friend,
Then act like you're above,
All the ones who need a hand.