Being wrong

I know that I’m wrong but I know that I’m right. You have always been here even late in the night. Even when I don’t call or even show up. You have always been there when I have a empty cup. I don’t know what to say but I really love you. The friend that I have something that is true. I wish I was well and I wish I was me. But I’m trying to fight it I hope you will see. I never have been so distracted with time. I still think about how you could of been mine. How perfect my life would be next to you. But the path we call life pushed me away that is true. But what will come next will I get through it all. Or am I meant to lose and just take a fall.