Friends are supposed to be there for you
Friends are supposed to care.
Friends are supposed to help you through
Those tough times you can not bear.
But my tough time came.
My friends were no where to be found.
I was buried in shame.
My friends to blame.
They told of my bruises, my scars, and my cuts.
They told of history, it was no longer a mystery.
These were my friends, the ones that they said i could trust.
How can they claim to be my friend?
Be with me till the end.
They were gone, when i needed them most.
When I needed a friend i had a ghost.
Something not real swept over me.
As I tried to feel their misery.
I was in pain, from the cuts on my arm.
They said they would be there to help with my harm.
But they weren't and it went overboard.
Now im in this casket, with dark all around.
Screaming so loud but i can’t make a sound.
My friends are up above crying many tears.
Where were they when i needed them most?
When i was crying my tears, when my life was toast.
Friends are supposed to be there for you friends are supposed to care.
Mine weren't here for me, so now im not there.
