I call but there is no answer
I scream but it just echoes on
I cry but no tears hit your shoulder
What kind of friend are you
I bare my soul to the unbearable
I give my heart unconditionally
I bleed relentlessly for your pain
What kind of friend am I
I robbed myself so you could feel
I have always defended you
I will sacrifice my last breath
What kind of friend do I have to be
To be loved by you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You don't want to know the answer if you have to ask....I've always contended that if you don't know...you don't want to know....