One day a friend was o so cold
Truly this was like times of old
I don't wish to remember the pain
As this was like a crane
Slowly lowering me to my doom
Even if I don't wish to be a mood
Although this poem is just my rant
It can really just be seen as an ant
The songs and drawings I make are bad
So I am truly very sad
When I know things I do are to be mocked by
It feels like there are butterflies of grief passing by
Haunting me like a ghost
I feel like a parasites host
Sometime the friends I make are cruel
And yet I'm still friends with them because I fear the me without you
But this comes with a price that I have to pay
The price was my dignity and pride
I just couldn't be swayed
I sometimes wish for happier days
But who am I to say
As pain was said to the best teachers to a soldier with a gun
The pain I had was like a poisoned gum
Slowly eating me from the inside
I sometime wanted to die
I started looking at thing differently
I just couldn't be not sorry
To me, myself, and I
I am treated worst than a cell, bacteria or disease
