With my friends, they look up to me. They need me. I’m always there to help them with their pain, and help them through the tough times. But not once, out of the years of knowing them, not once have they asked me, if I’m alright. And that’s what hurts the most. So not only do I have my burdens, but all of theirs. No one asks. No one seems to care. But not matter what I do, they just don’t seem to care. And it make’s me wonder, if they really are my friends…