It was a fair December,

with a good and clear outlook.

Except for but a single day,

when my life 13 words took.

How can I blame you,

for not choosing me.

A pathetic soul is all I am,

that is plain to see.

So my pain I captured,

and left to burn inside.

It was not until that faithful day,

in my friends I did confide.

What good did that do me?

A lot because you ask.

If not for their helping hands,

my heart I still would mask.

So things now are well,

in an ironic sort of way.

A friend now I have found,

unlike any other of her day.

If you come upon this fate,

and tears are what you wear.

Remember friends are there for you,

and a true friend, ALWAYS cares...