All my friends are memories

Alone on my bed I lay,
I shut my eyes,in my head I play,
I play all my memories of all my friends,
This is becoming a dreadful trend,
I dread to open my eyes again,
For then all my friends would be gone yet again,
And then ill sit and look around,
None of my friends , are yet to be found,
I say to myself , one must be coming,
Time and time , my hope leads to nothing,
I shut my eyes and replay the memories
I realize the memories are now my enemies,
Then I accept the fact, I have no friends,
This is becoming a dreadful trend.