Sick of all these people's gossip
Sick of their dim words.
Tired of faking love towards those
Who only bring me hurt.
Now I'm holding in my screams
Drowning in this sea of faces.
But they just keep looking at me
And I'm feeling suddenly graceless.
I'm heading straight to the real world.
Where they can't keep clawing at me.
But there's a friend who is blind and who Won't stop saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean,
I'm speaking up against them.
Their pretty lies, and their shallow love.
And there's a woman who hates me, and won't stop saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut.
But their world is a fake one.
And I simply can't wait and
Paint a smile on my angry, cold face.

Surrounded by the darkness,
with no light to see,
She felt her shadow leaving,
setting her free.
with growing emptiness all around,
under her feet there was no
ground.
she decided then
to call her friend,
but she got no answer
from the other end.
left in the darkness
all on her own
she began to fade
reason being alone
fading into nothingness
she realized a fact
not a real friendship,
but it was a mere act.
finding a fake friend
was written in her fate
but to get up and move on
it's never too late
giving up on this world
she created her own
with no fake people
and no hatred grown
in her new world
she found friends then
they were the white paper
and the deep blue pen.

I am so accustomed to the fact that no one gives a ****.
No one really cared.
They were never my friends.
They pity me and tolerate me.
I'm annoying and useless.
They don't want me around because I'm not good enough.
But they'd never know,
As the smile on my face,
Just as fake as them.

I often sit
And wonder out loud
Who my real friends are
And who are in it for the ride
I wonder what they see in me
I wonder what they want
I wonder how long it will be
Till they tire of their charade
What is it about me?
That attracts the fake friends
The horrible ones
They bring you down with every word.
How is it that I’ve ended up,
Living in the shadows?
Of people I call friends
When will I turn my life around?
And live in the sun

The saddest thing
Isn't not having friends
But thinking you do
When really *you don't