Wolfs stay together,
They got each others back,
And there willing to attack for one another.
But if they needed food,
And all they could get was one another,
They would all be dead.
Wolfs are like friends.
Bad friends.
They got your back,
But the minute there hungry they eat you.
They tear you apart, and kill you slowly;
Making you scream out in pain and cry loudly.
You can see your own blood,
And them laughing because you let them hurt you because you trust them with all your heart.
Then they go for your other friends, and the other people you love and you die slowly.
They laugh again, but this time because you are so pathetic as to apologize in your last breath for bleeding on there shirt, and then you say I love you; and die.
Then they kill all of your family and friends,
You wish you never trusted them….
Friends are just like that.
Once they get your trust, and your heart,
They tear it apart.
They hurt you so bad,
That eventually they kill you.
What kind of friend is that?
The one you and many more are.
Why can’t every one be friends?
True friends.
Why can’t we all get along?
Oh well.
Wolfs are cool,
Just not when you’re being eaten by one,
By your own blood,
By someone you love.
Do you know how if feels?
To lose your blood…
To someone you love?
Let me tell you how if feels in case you forgot…
You tell them you love them,
They start to eat you, take advantage of you ever trusting them.
You see your own blood.
They laugh at you.
You say sorry for things you shouldn’t.
You watch as they let you die and make you cry,
And kill the only people you truly loved.
Then slowly, painfully,
You die.
Friends are like wolfs…
Oh no there goes my leg….
