for anyone to see

I used to have
friends I could call
and tell them anything.
tell them
everything
no matter how dark
the circumstances were,
no matter who was right
or wrong.
I could rant and rave,
spill my guts to them
and they'd never turn on me.
they'd listen.
they'd hold me in their arms.
they'd put their
hearts into it
and tell me that they're
there for me
through this storm.
good friends. people
who'd listen
and love without judgement.
souls who knew me and
really cared,
but they're gone
now.
seven down and counting.
so I sit here and write this.
I cut a vein
and bleed upon this keyboard
for anyone to see.