Backstabbed

The hurt, The lies,
The pain, The cries.

The knife, The blood,
The tears, The flood.

They don't understand,
The way i feel.

They bring me down,
They remind me whats real.

I wish i could escape,
From all the pain.

They stab me in the back,
And they say i complain.

They call me names,
And burn my soul.

They take my heart,
And replace it with a hole.

So i finally give in,
And hold the knife.

These people i called 'Friends'
Stole my life.