Why are my friends so selfish???

I can’t go on anymore

I cant live like this

I cry almost everyday

I don’t know what to do

I don’t know ho to change

Why do I have to help everyone?

Why do I have to suffer bcoz of them

It feels like I am middle of selfish people
Why are my friends so selfish???

Waiting for them to hit me

to push me, or to kill me
to look good in others eyes

Every time I promise myself

That I’ll try to act differentlyAnd don’t help my selfish people

I just cant, when they need me Am always there for themThough

I know they wont even go to my funeral

They just use me, they don’t care about me

I know all this stuff but I cant help myself

I cant be mean, that’s just not for me!!!!!

I know….Very stupid poem……I just needed to let it know to my SO CALLED FRIENDS!!!

Friendship

Friendship isn't always easily described. The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow. Unfortunately, the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship.

Instead of different words, however, we're stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.

Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.

Friend

My lonely soul is shivering in despair
I have never in my life made a more precious sarifice
I have given my heart away
the heart that was once mine

Forever am I indebt to you
I gave you my heart and you took it away
I gave you my soul and you gave me nothing
you only gave me a reason to suffer

Cleverly you lurk in the dark
you reach your own goals
you destroy other people's lives
you feed on others' happiness

I sit down and think how lucky I was to be human
to feel for others
to feel myself
my stolen self

I promise you with everything that is still left in me
that soon the day will come
that soon my friend it will be your turn to suffer
And then I promise you that I will repay my debt

I promise you that the day will come
when you will helplessly
crying, pleading my forgiveness
begging me to forget what you have done to me
and I assure you that mercy will have no road to my soul
that revenge will be all that I see;
it will be everything that you witness

Mona Lisa’s smile.

Who would like to make life the best experience?
Who would like to achieve success and happiness?
What does it really take to be a successful and happy person?
What sets them apart from the rest of the crowd?
Is there a secret formula, or just hard work?
Can we become winners in this society where everyone has different circumstances, conditions, and backgrounds?
How to make good decisions and how to apply them in every aspect of your life?
How to block distractions to maximize your concentration, how to turn negative thoughts into positive ones?All is to finally reach an eternally joyful and peaceful state of mind, just like the Mona Lisa’s smile.