Why is it harder to preserve old friendships?

Why is it harder hold on to someone who has been there forever than it is to hold on to a new friend?

Why does it seem like at the end of the day you have nothing in common?

Why does it feel like you spent time working on something that you thought would last foever to know that it was going to fall apart?

Why does it seem like life doent make sense any more?

Why cant I do something right for once?

Dear God why am I here?

Amanda White

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dear-god-17/