depression

i wonder, why people keep on blaming, pointing at me?
aah, i just don't understand. why. and why?

sometimes, it irritated me hell loads. it is annoying.
i'm trying to be nice to people; as they're nice to me.
but what do i get from that? they'll just be nice if i am nice.
people are so dramatic.

oh yes, friends will smile. friends will laugh with me.
but will they cry when i am crying? will they feel the burden i am carrying on my back?
friends don't do that. they have some other things to do. who am i? i am just a friend.

and what do friends do?
they don't ask what do i need.
they'll just ask what happen to me..
and then, the question will dissapear itself.