Friends,
what are they?
They can't be,
those people you hang around.
If they are you,
friends,
then why do they,
criticize,
hurt,
disgrace,
you?
Are your friends,
suppose to hurt you?
I always thought,
they were suppose to,
be there for you.
But it turns out that,
they are only there to,
hurt you.
To watch you as they hurt you,
than throw you in the trash,
Like you were nothing,
but the same question,
pops in your head.
Whats are friends?
