Sometimes I wish
That people would realize
What my purpose is

It’s not to clean up the world
Nor is it to bring peace to our country
Nor is it to fix the economy

No, my purpose is to make your life better

The ones I love
Suffer every day
More than I could ever imagine
And it makes me break
To hear the anger
And sadness
That every home contains

So I made a promise
To myself and every one of my friends
That said that I would do
All I could to make sure
That they were happy

However, not everyone gets that
In their lives
There’s still anger
There’s still sadness
But yet they don’t come to me
To help them

Instead, they suffer in silence
And make destructive decisions
Decisions I feel that I could prevent
And makes me think that I didn’t do enough

I didn’t let them know I was here
I didn’t call them when they made the decision
To talk them out of it
I didn’t hang out with them enough
I just wasn’t there for them

And then I find out
They didn’t suffer in silence
They went to someone else for help
And it makes me think
That I’m not loved enough
That I’m not trustworthy enough
That I’m not close enough
To be their confidant and
Their counselor

Their actions make me
Question why
Wonder how
Think what
Could I possibly do
To make them realize
I’m Here
Talk to Me

If I ever mention these thoughts
They reassure me that I do help
And I bite back the how’s
And the when’s
Instead, I try to believe them
But it’s nearly impossible
When I can’t think of
One instance when I helped

Then there are the times
When I offer my help directly
And they say No
They say I can’t help
Yet in the past,
Someone helped them
With the exact same problem

However, I again stay silent
For fear of losing what little
Love that I currently have