I thought I was surrounded by friends. But I found out to
late that they were just using me.Now my only friend is my
knife.It helps me when I need help, it slices my skin, and
all the red liquid flows out. As I take out my knife, I cry
because it hurts to have only one friend.I dig my knife
deep, and the blood gushes from my wrist.Then I realize
something I slashed to deep, and my only friend killed me.So
now I weep because I'm dying all alone without anyone in the
world.