.of.real.friend.and.saviour.

As a friend,Im not sure whether I can be considered as the good one or vice versa.Sometimes I guess that its the "job" that Im worst at.

Lookin back at certain friendship that I happened to be blessed with,I must be one of the coward who couldnt even tell em bout how I feel and surely Ive turned into a major coward to let the friendship passed me by without even fightin for it though I know it should stay and last for much more longer.

I not even sure whether being the one that ppl gonna run to everytime they are stuck in the mid of somethin is a good sign - a sign that I am a real friend.Well,maybe I am or perhaps,its just my ability of to give the good-for-nuthin advice that qualify me to be the 1st choice among the ppl-to-run-to-when-a-prob-occurs or it might as well turns out that Im the last resort after all.

A dear friend used to tell me that I should be glad when ppl come runnin to me whenever they are in the mid of somethin that cant be settled by themself - meaning, they actually trust in me and somehow believe that I can help them to sort things out.

Sure,Im the lifeline,comin to the rescue whenever they feel like their problems are so intense and thousands times bigger than others - as if their world gonna come to an end if Im not around.

Obviously, Im gonna be needed then.

But,what happen to me when they are out of trouble?

Lemme disappear in the thin air?

Leave me alone to RIP?

Ditch me and come back again whenever they think that I might be useful?

Well,maybe thats exactly whut Im good at.

And when the world is on its knees with me,its fine.
And when I come to the rescue I get nothing but left behind
Everybody seems to be getting what they need

but..

Where's mine?

p/s:Forgive my pathetic emo-ness.