Brethren in blood

I want to spout out emotions bottled up inside about friends of past and present and the lack there of.

Of an over abundance of acquaintance’s disguised as Ally’s, as homies, as brethren in blood.

 

I am fed up with weak bonds and sick actions.

I am trained and well equipped to be knuckle deep in FUCK,

But fuck!

 

A friend is a friend and they come again and again

I just feel so sick and sedated from miss treated dates and broken promises,

sickened by the opened flood gates of LET DOWN.

 

I am fed up with being fed up with the weakness of friendships and feel more empowered by friendships that have lasted the test of time

but am also sickened in away by them for I feel I am just waiting for their disaster,

waiting for their demise.

 

Everyday I feel we are slipping away faster and faster like another landslide.

At first I feel I am at blame tainted and wasted and fueled with hatred

but I guess that’s the sickness of a true friendship.

Fucking up, shutting up and being as dumb as a box of rocks,

yet pushing through the other side with friends in mind,

forgotten and over looked but still a hand descends.

 

Threw the bullshit and uncertainties a friend should swim in your putrid fluids to save you from yourself.

A friendship should be as strong as chains, as change,

as the certainty of being human and knowing you are going to fuck up.

 

What does it mean when you know more of broken friendships then you do of brother though thick and thin?