For My Friends

Sometimes I cry in the dead of the night.
I'd rather die than lose this fight.
I fashioned a raft from broken dreams.
I float up the creek just to drown in my sleep.
So I can't help but ask why I'm always last?
But I really couldn't ask for better friends,
When breaking my heart is the task at hand.
I feel alone, when they don't listen.
I feel walled off when they don't care.
I feel so much because of them.
I feel it all because they aren't there.
I need them most in the times
When nothing's going right,
I beg for their love when I cry
In the dead of the night.