Friends

We were meant to all be different,
but stand together through pain.
We were meant to all have friends,
and meant to share our stories.
I write to vent, or flush out feelings,
or to help the world around me.
Maybe its time i logged off,
and got some friends to laugh with?
I could never leave my screen,
could never leave my poems.
I have a serious problem now...
I can't stop writing stories. (in poem form)