A lovely friend or a friend that sucks?

My mom had recently passed and I was in mourning still. Well a friend of mine thought it be a good idea to make a joke out of it. But it wasn't funny, so I wrote about it.

A lovely friend, or a love that sucks?
I DON'T KNOW WHETHER IT'S BECAUSE YOU ARE
Insensitive or not, how should I know
I'm nothing to you but your jester of a ho
When I open up, you point fingers and laugh
So I close my life off and never disclose my past
Is it that funny to you
Are you entertained so much
What is it about me that makes you a jerk
So I continue to hide and I continue to suppress
Because you give me no sign that I am able to express
You shoot for low blows, and it's constantly so
And it's usually things that I trust you to know
I've never done that and guess what? Never will
I stand by that word and hold on to it, strong as steel
So the next time you laugh and giggle at my troubles
Or the next time you question why it is that I stumble
Think about it as maybe you are not as humble
Your actions don't show it and your mouth proves more
That you think of me as your jester of a w***e
So this is to you, you know who you are
The one that just left that horrible scar
I was thinking about pain and feeling the hurt
And that was when you decided to go to work
On the way I was feeling, yes you thought it was wrong
So you sat there and sung one painful insulting song
I don't know if you mean it, I won't know in the end
Because you just told me today that I wasn't your true friend

By Robert Bishop
a.k.a.
Pigeon the Poet