The End

At this point in life,
I dont have any friends,
So I pulled out this knife,
And said this is the end.

Because I have a hole,
Deep in my heart,
Thats almost to my soul,
Its tearing me apart.

I dont know who to trust,
Or who to believe anymore,
Not believing in you is a must,
Because on my arm theres a open sore

Theres no way to take back time,
Or even the words I stated,
Because thers a fine line,
Between love and hatred.

Ive just been so neglected,
People never really understood,
So I feel, oh so rejected,
And I dont think I should.

Try to give me hugs,
Ill push you away,
Try to give me drugs,
Ill let you stay.

Say youll be there,
Until the end,
Say youll be there,
To help me fend.

Maybe Im lying,
Do I really need friends?
But when Im alone, Im just sighing,
Hoping, wishing, this wasnt the end.