I thought I was surrounded by friends. But I found out to late that they were just using me.Now my only friend is my knife.It helps me when I need help, it slices my skin, and all the red liquid flows out. As I take out my knife, I cry because it hurts to have only one friend.I dig my knife deep, and the blood gushes from my wrist.Then I realize something I slashed to deep, and my only friend killed me.So now I weep because I'm dying all alone without anyone in the world.
