I can’t describe my friends in one sentence.
They are weird, lovesome, and cause pure mayhem.
We all share a feeling of trust and acceptance.
I was once asked “Why are you friends with them?”
After that question I couldn’t help but feel contempt.
It’s a question people don’t normally think to themselves.
It’s because every second I spend with them is time worth spent.
They unknowingly saved me from myself.
It’s not perfect sometimes we make amends.
They're my friends and I am their friend too.
If you need to ask why they are my friends.
That's probably why I’m not friends with you.