Friend's doesn't exist,

There like Fish sucker's.

Just there for money,

Popularity.

Friends,

Is something they want,

Because it feels cool.

Nothing else.

They don't care about me.

If I fall from 6th floor,

They will just be glad.

I did that.

They are monsters.

They are eaten my alive!

And then they toss me aside.

They hate,

everything about me.

If I leave from this world.

Will there be someone,

That will truly miss me?

I'm insignificant,

Unimportant.

I will just get a knife,

And end my life.