the deeper i get..the more scared my friends are

some times i know that people care about me
but its the point of me caring about them
some of my friends worry to damn much
some of them just say things so i can help
its hard trying to figure out who is there for me and who's not

my friends try to make me stop thinking about killing myself
half the time i don't listen
and the other half am thinking about star
sometimes i wonder if star didn't cared
i wouldn't not be here
i wouldn't care if i killed people inside

i thought that your friends are suppose to be happy and stand by your decision
not trying to make you think different
i thought they suppose to be like its your life not mine
have fun
but i know they going to bitch at me until i die

my friends are fucking stubborn as hell
they never let me do the things i do
most of the time i don't want o hear them that's why i don't tell them anything