I reached out my hand to save you,
and once you're safe you hurt me.

You raised the knife high,
and stabbed me in the back.

The wound has healed,
but I still remember.
All that you did to me
is still fresh in my mind.

My friends have forgotten,
and have gone back to you.
I guess they love the pain.

Last year I would've followed them back,
but now I think for myself.

I'll save them when you stab them endlessly,
but for now I will only watch
because you've already brainwashed them
with all of your lies.

A/N: Wow, someone actually read the poem to the bottom!! Congrats. Well please review and if you want, please help me with this situation or whatever. Thank you.