Easy Way Out

It cuts across,
your wrist goes red.
The cuts too deep,
but no one cares.
If they cared.
they'd be here,
helping you through,
your personal crisis.
Only they don't know,
It's them that caused it.
They only pretend,
when you lose it in public.
Anywhere else,
they ignore you're there.
So these are the friends you're so proud of?
These are the people you associate with?
These people are haters,
liars and pretenders.
As long as they're worshiped,
they're happy and kind.
It's all superficial,
this "friendship" you share.
You watch as the blood pulses out of your vein.
Slowly your pain begins to slip away.
You imagine their sneers in your final last moments,
as they tell you so rudely,
You took the easy way out.