Exhausted

My friend,
exhausted,
her social enamel worn away,
too nice to snap,
too tired to listen,
too involved to stop.

All words and arguments
are sharp points of assault.
She no longer feels
this caressing as friendship.

Beware the pit you have dug, my friend,
beware that deep, dark trap.
Do not snap at the rope
we throw to help you out.