I still think about her
And pray from time to time
Remembering the good times
Of a friendship that once was.
But I could not take the games anymore.
Just wasn't strong enough to have
A friend who cried on my shoulder one minute
And the next called me names.
At times it was like watching a child
In a tantrum.
When the mood turned Manic
And I became the verbal punching bag.
I may not be her friend any longer
But I pray for her
And from time to time
I remember the good times.
When Meds stabilized her moods
And she actually took them
And when we could laugh at the silliest of things.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell