Them

A cold tear running down
My soft, mellow cheek

Lies fill my heart
From people who start them

Feeling like a slave,
Them never wanting me to smile

People saying things behind my back
Taking the knife that feels like its my fault
And stabbing me in the back,
Over, and Over

Shivers up my spine
Afraid to turn the corner

Dark inside
What feels like my hollow soul

Even though the love him and me share
Is in me always

Them, still making me feel like nothing
A piece of sh*t

Wishing in my miserable life
That there would be a bend

Them are who i thought were my friends.