Debaucherous Display

Friendship and deception should be synonyms.
When a friend tell me that she is in a place that makes her sad and she for some reason or another cannot get out of there, I go out of my way to help them. I left my daughter tonight so I could help my long time friend Melissa Killian because she was drunk and around her ex boyfriend who was currently being hung on by another girl. Its midnight, Im already in bed and I get a call from her to come get her. After a long fight with my dad he gives me the ok to come get her. So Im in the car on my way to get her from this shit ass motel on 35 and business 121 and she calls me telling me that she wants to stay with John because she loves him. Ok, little tid bit here: If you knew a friend who was in an environment that made her sad wouldn't you care enough to get her out of there?
Back to the events that unfolded. So I get there and she has the whole gang there by now. Andrew, my ex. Carly his current bitch of a girlfriend that makes him pay for everything. And Jon, her ex that practically has the mentality of a three year old with down-syndrome. they tell me she isnt going anywhere unless they take her. I LOSE IT! I left my fucking daughter in the middle of the fucking night to bring you home like you asked me to and now you dont want to come home cause you say im trying to control you!?
two word: Ungrateful bitch
so I basically lose it and tell her to never call me again and that she deserves to be miserable if she continues to put herself in these types of situations.
Was i wrong?

Tempest of Phantoms

Its dark here
and echoing chasm of dancers long passed
yet still their spirits
take the floor
and pulse in my chest remind me im alive
and I become envious of the dancing display
for they have more life than me
somewhere
across the hall
a kindred soul.
Hating this dance
for neither of us have waltzed to this tune.
his eyes like coal,
a small burning ember
Only a few more steps and we will no longer be alone
one
two
three
four
standing in the middle of obsidian shadows
we meet
His hands like Ice that chill me to my core
But his eyes keep my burning
a bond forms
taking hold of our fates
there is no stopping the call
the chill has taken over
not long now
my heart has been given and his recieved
no longer detached from life
but found in the little death
of loves embrace
and we have become
part of the Tempest of Phantoms