Thoughts

I thought I had friends, But true, I don’t have many The ones that I do have I don’t treat very well I live in this world With hope that is missing When I am the problem My mind is closing I don’t know why I feel this way I’ve had a pretty darn good day But sometimes mi sing In my life Something blatant As a knife I feel as though My thoughts are frightened Running away until Im alone My thoughts have Abandoned me Im forced to Think of more thoughts Thoughts like: Im alone Nobody really likes me, they just pretend to I am a bad person My thoughts seem to close Around me Trapping me Until there’s nothing Left Im trapped inside my Own mind I can’t think of Anything else Anything good Anything