Written by: Carmen Erickson

Making friends,
Losing them. 
The pain when it ends,
Bruises come.
Making more friends,
Friends start to change,
Being singled out,
Put in a shooting range. 
Shot in the chest,
Dying cause I'm hated,
I was never the best,
My life has faded. 
For me its tough
To Make a friend,
And I've had enough. 
Cause I lose in the end.