Not a good friend?

I know the answer is yes. 

I've never been a particularly good listener

I have no idea on how to advice or even just to give comfort words

And many a time, i can be darn mean

And hurt you over and over again without realizing it

Making you wonder, if I am worth the weight of a Friend.

But the fact is that when (and if) you still stand by me

Willing to be a good listener when i cry

And would comfort me, even if just like me, you can only dispense stilted words

Be angry and hurt over my horridness

Yet accepting it all as a part of me that I am trying to understand and change

And believing in the end, I am worth the weight of a Friend.

For that, 

I know I could sit with you for hours

standing by you and try to listen

Try to comfort you although I would probably fail 

Try to apologize and make amends for my cruelness

And pray that even when I do not deserve it

You will always think i am worth the weight of a Friend