Fickle Friendships

People tend to come and go but where's the one that'll stay
I ponder this exact question each and every day
Even if she's found she'll probably leave much  to my dismay
Because she'll see my mind and life are both in disarray
Like a soap opera am I being over dramatic
If so turn off the TV and stare at the static
I'm never static, my attitude is always erratic
Yet bad stuff keeps coming back like a boomerang addict
You see the pain I ingrained and forced in its own lane
Chipped away at my membrane like a hurricane of acid rain
I'm not yet Insane but my mind contains disdain and a blood stain from when my innocence was slain
I shouldn't stay in the past, I have current endeavors
Even my mood changes at the pull of a lever
Make a friend today, tomorrow the bond is severed
I expect nothing less of people, nothing lasts forever.