True Friends ?

I'm sick of all my friends leaving
me for my mistakes
for me being me
even if i don't wanna stay in my
pitiful life
just because i can't stand my
parents, friends, all i can stand is the
knife
is there anyone left to care?
anyone that no matter what will
always be there?
there's no one left to miss me
so one; its final
done, period
now you can grin when
the blade sinks in my already scared skin
it aches, but doesn't match the pain
the pain my so called "friends"
caused me to gain
the ones that helped me learn to smoke
the ones that thought these
poems were all a joke
real funny I'll be
when I'm gone they'll see
they'll see why i cried
when they said i was no
longer "allowed" to be their
friend
they'll see when my blood is dripping all over them
i thought friends helped not
denied
when they were -n- trouble i
was always by their side
well i better stop "complaining"
before the reader befriends me too
but you know what eats shit
about all this stuff to?
when I'm dead i won't get to see
who really cared about me
i won't be there to finally see who
really was always to-faced to me
but last what comes around goes
around so you better decide, are you my
enemy, or will you stand my my side?

please vote/comment! thanks!