On my wrist
Ready to go.
This was never the road that I wanted to choose
But it will end this way.
I look at my life
Before I start to slice.
I look at the happy times
That I can remember.
But there isn't that many.
I try to remember
When people were nice.
And I look at how people treat me now.
I start to cry.
My friends who I thought were just that,
I find out that it was all just an act.
People take advantage of the word
Friend.
But the only part of the word that makes sense
Is END.