Friends? Poem by Ashley Wade

my thoughts are heavy, thick, and dark.
Through shadows of the past,
I finally see my mark.
My heart's been Stabbed, torn, bitten, and bruised.
As soon as I think it's fixed,
They shove swords right through.
They think they do but they don't,
Understand my pain.
I think my 'friends' have gone insane.
They think they know
When something's wrong.
But they just make me feel like
I'm not good at anything
And that I don't belong.
Something exciting happened for me,
And i want to let them in.
All they say is deppressing,
Not encouraging at all,
I feel like I'm starting to fall.
Singing is my passion.
And they are all my family.
I wouldn't want it any other way.
But a really real friend
Wont bring me down.
So is there a reason,
You guys are still around?