MY POETRY BOOK

Fake ( Friends)

This is about some people  who stabbed me in the back

There was this girl in my little school who I thought was my friend
I thought she would be there until tommorows end

But it seem like she chose a different path
She chose the one that's filled with my pain and her Wrath
Let's backtrack
before you stabbed me in the back
You started to hang out with the other girl, you both treated me bad

I thought you guys were my friends, when you hurt me it made me really sad
I grew depressed and wanted it all to end
The voices were saying things I couldn't comprehend
The thing is you were there when my mother made me depressed
And if you hurt me no one would have guessed

Now there are tiny slashes on my hip and hand for the two who bully me
The ones who just couldn't see

They were hurting me worse than any other physical pain ever felt
And half of it... they dealt
I always put on that same mask hoping someday someone will notice
Yet the mask is breaking you can see it if you really focus

You don't understand how much this hurts, it's like salt in a wound.
I though you were my friend.....i guess I just assumed.

' are you Okay?' Only one person bothered to ask
Of course no one would care about the quiet one in class

When your like this you tend to think ' does anyone really care?'
You start to think that your friends aren't even there 
It's bizarre how this sadness
Slowly turns to madness

You start to think ' No one is there no one will ever understand'.

But if you are going through something
hard,
reach out to me and I'll lend you a hand.