Night Time Horrors

I hear the phone scream,
It's the middle of the night.
I scramble from bed,
and flick on the light.
When I answer, "hello?"
I'm nailed by a low blow.
She's calling again,
in need of a friend.
Someone who will not pretend,
Her voice is shaky,
hardly there.
Why me? I think,
this is hardly fair!
She's done bad things,
terrible mood swings.
It's come to the time
that she needs more help than I can give.